What's in your hand?
Gum.
Let me see.
Why did you swallow your gum?
You're going to meet that loser again, aren't you!?
Listen Golf.
You can talk to me about anything.
-I will always... -I am sorry mom.
Golf! I am your mother!
You brat bastard!
-Ms. Jib has already seen these pictures, right? -Yes.
Here's the list of people who made withdrawals that day.
-All of this? -Yes.
And Ms. Jib already saw this list too?
Correct.
Living large huh?
825 people. I have 7 days.
Interviewing more than 100 people a day...
Should be okay.
Possible.
Shit! Hell no!
Actually, you don't have to walk with me.
No, I have to.
It's deserted and dangerous around here.
You never know when some psycho will appear out of nowhere.
How are things going?
There's no progress yet.
Please follow up by secretly checking on Mr. Sua as well.
Why do I have to do that?
I am evaluating his work.
I don't want him to know.
You really work hard.
Jib, if I wanted to talk to you about something...
would you... ummm... feel uncomfortable?
You're really great at your job, Jib. You speak politely and are very responsible.
Let me be direct, you're exactly my type.
Hello. Sup bitch!?
Last night I was so smashed.
I had to hold the toilet just to puke.
Damn right, and?
Yes bitch. I don't even wanna brag.
Yeah... yeah... Hold on.
Thanks for sending me off.
Shit, it was like... Damn! I smell like puke. Bitch.
And those cigarettes you bought yesterday. Talking about it makes my throat itch.