Sunny: Hey, did you guys get this note about our next meeting?
Sacred Heart – Broom Closet
Sunny: So, we're in a broom closet.
Denise: What the hell is this about?
Shelf/Door slides open - Janitor appears
Janitor: I'll tell you what this is about. It's about leaving the swear words there, and you come in here. Come on. Snap it up. Move with a purpose. Here we go. First off, let me tell you that you have cameras, I think that's great. I have cameras too. Good? Good. I know that you're all new here, and before you develop any bad habits, I just want to set some ground rules. Ok? Number one: I believe that every wrong deserves a right. That means if you wrong me you'll be notified by mail and given 17 hours to make it right. If you fail to do so, then by default it becomes my responsibility to decide how it is exactly that you're going to make it up to me. Say, do any of you have a license for a small aircraft? Or know someone who... no? Nevermind, it was just a thought. Number two: Don't question me. I do what I do the way I do it and that's pretty much it. Questions?
Howie raises his hand
Janitor: No questions. I just said that. Pay attention. Number four: You are never ever to enter Brain Trust headquarters, unless you've been invited by a member and your name has been submitted to the waiting list. Now I believe the wait is up to fifteen years. So this actually probably will not become an issue. Now, have any of you met one Dr. Dorian?
Katie: Oh, I have. He's really cool.
Janitor: Oh, ha ha! I'm going to have to ask you to leave. On your way.
Katie: What? Why?
Janitor: No questions. Good god! How many times am do I have to say that? Outsy. Scadadle.
Ted: You, you wanted me to let you know when your next appointment was here. It's a guy with a raccoon.
Janitor: Raccoon? Ah, Mr. Qwan. Thank you Ted. (to interns) Uh, get out. Say nothing of this.
Interns leave, shelf/door closes.