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In Howell Raines's office at the New York Times...
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| Thanks for seeing me, Howie. I'm sorry I lied in all those stories I wrote for you. I'd better resign. | |
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| Well, Jayson, we really need you for the diversity, despite your lack of journalistic integrity. | |
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| Unfortunately, some fools still believe that our paper still has integrity. After all, we say we have all the news that's fit to print, right? | |
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| But don't worry, though. We have a very important job just opening up you might be perfectly qualified for. | |
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Next week, in the New York Times Cafeteria...
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| Okay, that's a Triple Timesburger and a large Coke. Would you like fries with that, Mister Raines? | |
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| I ordered a salad, but Reverend Sharpton would hand me my ass on a platter if I fired this jackass. | |
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