It might be okay if the boys saw you every once in a while. [Huey, Dewey, and Louie cheer] Sometimes, like birthdays, or federal holidays, nothing too- [Donald's boat explodes in the distance]
Eh, this one's three months old anyway. Who cares? We're rich! [throws his phone in the trash]
Scrooge
No, I'm rich! That's it, laddie. You are coming to the office to learn the value of a hard day's work. [grabs Louie by the hoodie and drags him out of the living room]
[scoffs] The cards. Fine. [takes out index cards and begins reading] "Hello, Mr. McDuck... and others. Are you tired of all those single-use gadgets cluttering up your junk drawer? What a mess! There's got to be a better way!" [pulls out a small robot] Meet Lil' Bulb. A tiny, all-purpose robot that does it all.
It. All. Lil' Bulb is an artificially intelligent personal robot helper. He can make toast, find your keys, serve as a book light for your late-night reading. You'll never have to do anything yourself again.
A robot that does everything for you? How could you say no to that?
Scrooge
Part of hard work is knowing how to work with others. My board are the only people cheaper than I am. I trust them completely to make good financial decisions-
[inserts a dollar into the Pep soda vending machine, but isn't enough to deposit ten cents] $1.10?! Who keeps dimes on them anymore? [heads back to Scrooge's office, notices the dime resting on a red velvet pillow and takes it] Sweet! Scrooge has an emergency dime. [inserts the dime into the vending machine and gets a Pep soda can] I'll pay you back later.
But how do you justify spending $5,000 on a velvet pillow for a dime?
Scrooge
That dime deserves its own velvet pillow! It's my number-one dime. The first dime I ever earned. I was a young shoeshine in Glasgow when a man came in, his boots cemented in mud. I worked, and worked until those boots sparkled. In return, he gave me an American dime. That dime inspired me to move to America and find my fortune. It means more to me than every bit of bullion in my Money Bin.
What? No! I just, um... uh, filled up my notepad with all that precious business wisdom, so I went to go find another.
Scrooge
Good lad! Feel free to take as many pads as you want. [to the boardroom] Or are we not allowed to use those either, ya penny-pinching buzzards?! [slams door, but immediately opens again] No, but really, make sure to use the front and back of every page. [closes the door, but opens again] And write small.
You cannot get rid of the Bin. You may think they're crackpots and weirdos, but they're the ones who push innovation and creativity, and spur this company ever forward.
Ha! That's not my lucky dime. I never let my dime out of my sight. [pulls out a necklace with the real dime in it] That was just a decoy. I'm not an idiot, this place is full of lunatics.
Sure thing, Mr. McD. I was just going to swing over and visit an old girlfriend from these parts. See, she's had some problems with the local crime family, and…
[interacting with a couple jade tigers] Actual tigers?! Do the number of stripes tell you their age? Is it true if you stare at them in the eyes, they won't kill you, or does that make them want to kill you faster?
It's not just a staring contest! It's a-- [gasps as he catches himself drifting away from Scrooge's gaze] Nice try, McDuck, but your family bickering will never get me to look away, never!