Pogatchnik's pause baited Shep to take offense, but ever since 'So long, asshole!' his self-demoted employee had been a paragon of restraint.
'Unless I quit being held ransom for health insurance, for this whole crowd?' Potatchnik carried on. 'Handy Randy would go under. Realize that's one of the main reasons American companies are moving overseas, don't you? Health insurance. Hell, I'd move this outfit to China, too, if only my Mexicans could commute to Queens from Beijing. You guys came to me today, you could have a job. That's all. A job is a job. As for cancer, you'd die on your own dime. So you chumps don't like the World Wellness Group, you know where the door is. I'd replace you with a couple of Guatemalans as a fraction of the salary who'd be grateful for the paycheck.'