[answering the phone]
Middle-Aged Marty: Hey, Needles.
Needles: So, did you take a look at that little business proposal of mine?
Middle-Aged Marty: I don't know, Needles.
Needles: What are you afraid of? If this thing works it'll solve all your financial problems.
Middle-Aged Marty: And if it doesn't work Needles, I could get fired! It's *illegal*! I mean, what if the Jitz is monitoring, huh?
Needles: The Jitz'll never find out!
Middle-Aged Marty: Oh, ha, ha.
Needles: Come on... Stick your card in the slot and I'll handle it. Unless you want everyone in the division to think you're *chicken*.
Middle-Aged Marty: [angrily] Nobody calls me 'chicken', Needles. Nobody!
Needles: All right, prove it.
Middle-Aged Marty: All right, all right Needles. Here's my card. Scan it, I'm in.
Needles: Thanks McFly, I'll see you at the plant tomorrow.