>That right there is the mail. Now let's talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail please, Nero? I've been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay? Patty Lowell, this name keeps comin' up over and over and over again. Every day Patty's mail's getting sent back to me. Patty Lowell, Patty Lowell, I look in the mail, this whole box is Patty Lowell! So I say to myself I gotta find this girl. I gotta go up to her office, I gotta put her mail in the girl's goddamn hands! Otherwise she's never gonna get it, it's gonna keep coming back down here. So I go up to Patty's office and what do I find out, Nero, what do I find out? There is no Patty Lowell. The girl does not exist, okay? So I decided, ohh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper. There's no Patty Lowell, you gotta be kidding me, I got boxes full of Patty! All right, so I start marching my way down to Morrison in H.R. and I knock on her door and I say, "Mooorison, Mooorison! I gotta talk to you about Patty!" And when I open the door, what do I find? There's not a single goddamn desk in that office. There is no Morrison in H.R. Nero, half the employees in this shop have been made up. This place is a goddamn ghost town.
