Grayson
There's no easy way to say this, Dale. I have to let you go.
Dale
Let me go? Why? What did I do?
Grayson
Too few confirmed kills, prey sized below your paygrade—Predation, Incorporated expects more from our wolfpack division.
Dale
Sir, I've been working on my stalking and pouncing. I'll get my numbers back by the end of the month.
Grayson
You know the company policy, Dale. It's cutthroat out there! How do you think I got to be Managing Director of Region One Carnivores?
Dale
[PAUSE] By being a Tyrannosaurus Rex?
Grayson
[PAUSE] That was rhetorical, son. And somewhat species-ist.
Dale
Look, Mister Grayson, please give me another chance! Hunting is all I know! My family would disown me if I were the first wolf in our pack to get fired, and I couldn't live with myself----
Grayson
Dale! Get a hold of yourself! That's no way to go out!
Grayson
You need to sign these papers, then security will let you have a thirty second head start.
Grayson
You said you wanted another chance. You live through the next eight hours, we might hire you back as a consultant. Now sign here, and don't forget your running shoes.