"I am not going, and you can't make me," are the first words out of Liz's mouth when she barges through the door of Jacks office. For once he's not in a middle of a telephone conference, and he just looks up from his laptop with a smirk.
"I believe you are, and I believe I can." He replies to her declaration.
"I'm not some mindless employee you can send off to better themselves Jack. I'm not attending a conference called 'Delegation – The Art of Getting Somebody Else to Do Everything So You Can Nap'. And yes, one reason is because of the stupidity of the name, and the second, the stupidity of the conference itself."
"Oh I'm sorry Lemon, next time I'll be sure to book you onto the conference 'Delegation – The Art of Getting Somebody to Whine So You Can Eat." He drawls sarcastically, rolling his eyes at her.
"Yeah, laugh it up Jack, I'm still not going, and I can't believe that you thought I would."
"Lemon, I thought you'd appreciate this. It's an opportunity for you to-"
"Shut up Jack; don't pretend like this is some opportunity for me where you're looking out for me. This is all about you and that stupid mentoring kick you have. You think by ordering me to some conference I'm suddenly gonna come back a mirror image of you? That I'll have the ability to manage the writers and the crew. Well, I don't know if you've noticed but our writers are not normal. If you sent me to teacher training it would help more because they all have the mentalities of 5 year olds and the attention spans to match. I don't manage them, I baby sit. So I suggest you save the money and use it for the next time Tracy sexually harasses a stage hand at an after party."
