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Cal McAffrey: Mornin'... Cameron Lynne: So? Where are we, was he nobbing her or not? Cal McAffrey: Morning, Cam... Cameron Lynne: That's funny about you. Every time your friend runs for re-election or conducts a hearing, you drop his name to me until we give him some coverage... but he finally does something that actually might sell some newspapers, you render mute. It's, it's - incongruous! Cal McAffrey: No, it's not... it's inconsistent. Cameron Lynne: Pfff, don't be an ass. What do you think? Those are the ideas for our facelift. I know, I know... it's crap! Our new owners have this odd idea that we ought to be turning a profit. Cal McAffrey: Yeah, well I hear our online site is doing great. I mean, not that I get to notice that sort of thing. I've been here what, uhh... fifteen years? I use a sixteen year old computer... she's been here fifteen minutes and she can launch a Russian satellite with the gear she's got. Cameron Lynne: Yeah, she told me you behaved like a pig. Cal McAffrey: That's too strong. Cameron Lynne: Well, pig-ish. Cal McAffrey: I showed her a little snout, uhuh. Cameron Lynne: Well, I happen to like miss Della Frye... and yes, I did send her down there to winkle something out of you. She's hungry, she's cheap and she churns up copy every hour. Cal McAffrey: Yeah, I now... I'm overfed, I'm too expensive and I take way too long. Cameron Lynne: Yes, you do. Cal McAffrey: I was Stephen Collins' room-mate in college... I don't live with him now. Cameron Lynne: Well, that's a shame isn't it. Cal McAffrey: Yeah... 'cause I could sell some newspapers.