Jonathan Doors: Do you mind, Renee? I'd like some time alone with my son.
Renee Palmer: Sure, Jonathan. I think that would do both of you a world of good.
Jonathan Doors: I take it you are no longer in my employ.
Renee Palmer: I think it's best to all concerned if we discussed my situation later.
Joshua Doors: Don't be upset, dad, she's only thinking about her future. I'm thinking about yours. I'll accept your formal surrender.
Jonathan Doors: Of what? My company? Get serious.
Joshua Doors: Well, your earnings are already beginning to flatten out, your R&D is in chaos. And your best and brightest? Easy pickings.
Jonathan Doors: Listen to you. A cold corporate raider. I taught you well, didn't I?
Joshua Doors: Apparently too well. I propose a merger. We'll swap stock, cut away the dead wood,you can stay as chairman emeritus, and I'll be the CEO.
Jonathan Doors: You think you can ride roughshod over me?
Joshua Doors: I'm giving you an honorable way out. A golden parachute.
Jonathan Doors: Oh, stop it, son, this isn't you talking.
Joshua Doors: Spare me the diatribe, dad. This is business.
Jonathan Doors: No.It's a charade. A tawdry little puppet show with the Taelons pulling the strings.You let them build you this Palace of Ineptitude. Now you're their prisoner.
Joshua Doors: Look, I don't want to launch a hostile takeover.But if you reject my offer...
Jonathan Doors: I'm going straight to the Board of Far Norton Bank. I'll have them audit you books, freeze your credit line, call in your loans, I will tear this place down, if that's what it takes to get my son back.