The Pajama Game

'Come in!'

Alright, girls, mind your Ps and Qs.

Efficiency! That's what I'm here for.

If you're so all-fired efficient

how come you're out here lookin' for a job?

I consider Sleeptite Pajamas a quality product, Mr. Hasler.

Something I'd be proud to be connected with.

You would, huh?

Well, might as well give you a trial.

I've tried the old ones, I might as well try the young ones.

Gladys!

It isn't easy, I'm warnin' you.

I'm not lookin' for an easy job.

- Seven and a half cents. - I beg your pardon?

Seven and a half cents. That's what they want now!

I know what's goin' on around here.

I've just written the board of directors.

It's absolutely unnecessary!

- Gladys. - Yes, Mr. Hasler?

This is Mr. Sorokin.

The new superintendent.

- Get him started. - Certainly.

Will you come this way?

Ms. Hotchkiss.

Well, Gladys, I suppose you're starting somethin' with him now.

Vernon, what are you talking about?

I saw you putting your hand on him. Always flirtin'.

Oh, you make me sick!

Get to work! I'm an executive.

I'm a time-study man.

I've got my stopwatch on you.

Can't waste time.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Hurry up, girls, hurry up. Seconds are ticking.

Seconds are ticking. Can't waste time. Can't waste time.

- He's cute. - He'll never last.

- I like a man with spunk. - You like a man. Period.

Alright, girls, cut out the laughing.

Cut out the laughing, hurry up.

Tempus fugit, tempus fugit.

- Waste, waste, waste! - Hurry up!

- Here's some tape. - Thanks.

- A Chicago guy. - He don't belong in this town.

"I'll fix it," he says. Ha-ha-ha!

Give him a chance, boys.

He's only been here two days.

- Sid? - Yeah? Pull me out.

- Mr. Hasler wants you. - Again?

Give me a screwdriver. I'm nearly done.

I'll tell him you're awful busy.

Thanks.

You know how much they're payin' up at the packin' plant?

- A dollar three up. - Screwdriver!

You know somethin' else?

They're payin' $1.14 up at the casket company.

My gosh! You'd be a sensation up at the casket company.

Maybe you could get a job up there as a tester

and just lie around in coffins all day long.

- Now hurry it up. - I'm hurrying.

- Well, hurry faster. - Hey.

- Hey, you can't do that to me. - I can't? I just did.

Well, I'll fix you!

I'm gettin' the grievance committee.

Go get them. It'll give you somethin' to do.

I don't have to take that stuff off nobody.

Go away, boy. You bother me.

I'll show you.

And on my weak arm too.

That grievance committee can start quite a rhubarb.

This whole town is a rhubarb.

- Oh, you'll get used to it. - I sure intend to.

Hey, you, go down to the storeroom

and get me a switch and a piece of cable.

Move!

Oh, Mr. Sorokin, I told you to be careful.

When I heard about you beatin' up that boy...

I didn't beat him up.

Well, he's dangling his arm like it hurt somethin' terrible.

- Here comes Babe Williams. - Be delighted to talk to him.

Alright, mister, here's Babe Williams.

So this is the committee?

That's right, Mr. Sorokin. This is the committee.

Charlie, this grievance committee is different.

- Never mind the snow job. - I'm sorry.

Alright, I shoved the kid. What's the next move?

- He says you hit him. - No, I just..

- Look, Ms. Wilson, I've got... - Her name is Ms. Williams...

- What's the difference? - I'm sorry, Ms. Williams.

Well, he ought to know the committee's right name.

Mae, will you take it easy?

Mr. Sorokin, I've got quite a few problems

of my own right now.

This helper says you socked him.

- He does? - Mm-hmm.

Let's say I shoved him. It sounds more refined.

You are not supposed to strike an employee.

We have rules about that.

For both sides, I hope.

Listen, Ms. Williams, I'll spread it on the table.

This young man needs vocational guidance.

He wants to be a bank president.

I don't see what all this has to do with it.

You don't seem to have made a very good impression

on the new superintendent.

He ain't got no right to shove me around

especially on my weak arm.

Listen, Ms. Williams, I've gotta get this factory going.

- Can't we take this up later? - Of course we can, Mr. Sorokin.

That's in the rule book too.

Have the nurse check your arm and send me a report. Okay?

Can't shove me around. It was broke once already.

Thanks for your cooperation, Ms. Williams.

It's all in the rule book.

I must read that rule book sometime.

You certainly should.

All I have to say is, you're the cutest grievance committee

I've ever had to deal with.

- Oh, that's what I want. - What's goin' on now?

Come on, girls, let's pull together.

This is a crisis. The tops are 15 minutes behind the bottoms.

Can't waste time. Hurry up. Hurry up.

I never know what to wear to a picnic.

If you got the style, it don't matter what you wear.

You elected me president. You gotta have confidence in me.

All I says is that we were wasting...

Oh, this ain't no time to be talkin' about

no ultimatums and no strikes.

Yeah, but that's seven and a half cents.

Wait a minute, there ain't no question

about we're gonna get that seven and a half cent raise.

Other companies are payin' it and we're entitled to it.

But we gotta be smart.

Wait till old Hasler's got so many orders in

he can't afford to shut the factory down.

Then we got him.

Hey, Babe, what about that helper yesterday?

He says the super socked him.

I didn't get no report on that.

Oh, Prez, that's one for the birds.

Why, he hasn't even got a bruise on his arm!

- No? - No.

The nurse says he's a faker.

Well, I guess, maybe that's right.

- Sure, he's a phony. - Okay.

Why, if that Sorokin guy had really hit him