Sal adjusts his cuffs and collar while the photographer waits, casting him annoyed glances. Other gathered members of SCDP chuckle. 

Sal: Trust me, aesthetics is my job, I know what I’m doing.

Photographer: (Sarcastically) Right. And all I do is click a button.

Photographer’s Assistant: Aren’t there two Artistic Directors?

Sal: You clearly haven’t met Stanley. I think the firm’s safest best is to show the AD that looks like Dean Martin, not the one that looks like an exile from Doctor Zhivago.

Stan: I heard that.

Sal: Well, I said it loudly.

Sal, Ken, and Stan enter Roger’s office. Roger motions for them to sit.

ROGER: Boys, I called you in here ‘cause you’re the only ones that are both IN the office and DON’T have some kind of insect up your ass.

STAN: Well, sir, I consider this a real-

ROGER: Don’t push your luck, Rizzo.

Roger starts pouring drinks.

ROGER: Anyway, the reason I wanted warm male bodies in here…no, that doesn’t sound right.

The men laugh.

ROGER: I’m getting divorced.

The laughter dies.

KEN: Roger, are you serious?

ROGER: Deathly.

SAL: Well, I can’t speak for everyone, Roger…

Sal stands with his glass and holds it up toward Roger.

SAL: But here’s to the next wave of typists.

Roger laughs, prompting the other men to do so. they clink glasses.

Sal and Stan sit in the booth under dim lights and hovering smoke.

STAN: …And ever since, it’s been Glo-Coat this, and Glo-Coat that. Don’t get me wrong, it was cute, and Don’s a genius, yadda yadda…

SAL: The problem with genius is that there’s usually very little effort involved, but it’s what they give awards for.

STAN: And when the genius fails, we’re the ones they fire.

Sal blows a puff of smoke.

SAL: That’s true.

STAN: Say, what ever happened with Garner, Jr? If you don’t mind my asking.

SAL: What have you heard?

STAN: (laughing) Some pretty crazy stories. None of which I really believed.

SAL: Did you hear the one about how he made a pass at me and I turned him down?

Stan and Sal laugh.

STAN: That’s a new one.