mr. bartlett. how are you? aw, get outta there, stretch cunningham. i know your voice. my, i hope that ain't bad news. you're really worried about a strike, aren't you, ma? oh, yeah, and i hope it don't happen. still, i don't know how we'll manage if archie don't get more money. i can't figure it out, gloria. 20 years ago, and then, i always had somethin' left over to put in the savings bank. now there ain't hardly nothin' left in there. and i got nothin' to put in. i don't know how long the bank can afford to go on like this. (archie) aw, whoopy-doo! hey, everybody! good news, edith! bring my beer. whoop-dee-doo. [all exclaiming] edith, you know who that was on the phone? should i guess? no, sit down. it was stretch cunningham. he was calling me about the strike. he was usin' the executive's toilet at work. he called to tell you he went to the toilet? the executive toilet, meathead. see, he was up in the office part of the plant, so he figured, well, as long as he was up there, why not? why not what? why not see how the other half, uh, lives? in comes jim sanders, the personnel manager, and the big b