Fat Slags2004

Foreman:
Hey, you two! Now, what would you say if I thought you two were doing a terrific job, and you both deserve a raise?

Sandra:
Really?

Tracey:
Really?

Foreman:
NOOOOOOO! You're bloody awful! You're rubbish! The deliveries are weeks behind, your timekeeping stinks, and as for your safety record, you're worse than that bloke with Parkinson's down at the nitroglycerine factory! You two are a couple of useless, brain-dead seacows. Just give me one more excuse to fire your fat arses. Go on!

[a fire that Sandra unknowingly started earlier reaches some gas tanks, causing an explosion that demolishes the factory]