“Spare me the sermon, Wally,” Mann said, waving a hand. “Hilby and the rest of ’em are out-and-out deadbeats. You guys at MCI aren’t any different. Just better dressers.” “C’mon, Harold.” “C’mon, my ass! You guys’re cookin’ the books over there and you know it. Everybody cheats. That’s the way the world works. Your problem, Wally, is that you haven’t figured out how to make money at it.”
