Now, go back to your own office.

I wish I could stay out of my office.

Now get back to your office and forget the whole thing.

We can watch it from Mr. Drysdale's office at the bank.

I was afraid I'd have to hobble all the way to your office.

Mr. Drysdale's office.

Miss Hathaway's office.

Mr. Gardell's office.

Uh, I'm looking for the office of the president.

I have no intention of disrupting office discipline with my seductive appearance.

Now, during the chief's absence, I shall occupy his office and you will remain at my desk.

You see, cutting off a person's hair and burying it in the ground to cast a spell is not the approved method of practicing medicine here in Beverly Hills.

I don't like it myself.

But not having the proper medicine.

I had to make do with old timey ways.

But I've got enough for a potus for you.

No, Granny, I'm sorry.

You'd like to have your hair back, wouldn't you?

Well, not after it's been in the ground overnight, no.

That's right, Granny.