Mary, you are in charge of this charity thing tomorrow night, right?

Mr, Grant, you know I am. Are you having second thoughts about me heading this up?

Ah, no. I just wanted to make sure you are OK with the format.

MARY STARES BACK AT HER BOSS, SUSPECTING PROBLEMS.

Mr. Grant, I thought the format this time was like it was last year. You know, the innocent joke-telling contest and all ...?

Huh? No, no. This year we're going to change it up.

Whaaaat?!

How?

Yeah, this year, 100% birdcage number drawing. Random. Bingo. Anybody can win. Spiffy, huh?

"Spiffy? ... How about completely lame! Even a charity auction has to be interesting!

But, Bingo?!

Why? Nobody cares about charity crap.

Mr. Grant! I can't believe this! Can't we just go back to the jokes? I heard a doosey the other day. It seems a reverand, a rabbi and a mulla walked into a -

Listen, Mary. If you don't do it my way, you are ... ah, how can I put this nicely? ... fired.

(softening)

Hey! I have known bingo drawings that were very successful. And, exciting!

Thought you might see it my way.

(practicing)

B11!

O74!