Paula: Well put Mr. Purple. Beige is definitely
the color of faded shit. Beige is the color of indecision.
Mr. Brown (Toscani): Hey, you guys are making me lose
my train of thought here.
Mr. Black (Paul Rand): I can't stand you and
your pretentious bullshit.
Originality is the key to failure.
Instead, just try to be good and
shut your god damn mouths. Everyone knows it's not good design
if it does not communicate.
Mr. Green (David Carson): Don't confuse
legibility with communication Mr. Black.
Look at a font, for example. Just because it's legible
doesn't mean it communicates and, more importantly,
doesn't mean it communicates the right thing.
Mr. Brown (Toscani): I was sayin' something. What was it?
Mr. Pink (Sagmeister): You said that Mr. Beige
is a sadist and we are his masochistic
slaves that have to be whipped
to get paid.
Mr. Brown (Toscani): Correct. And let me tell ya
what Mr. Beige 's about. He wants
a nice gang bang with chains and geisha
balls. And wants to put it where he wants
to put it, left, right, up and down. I'm talkin' morning,
day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick!
Mr. Blue (Bob Noorda): How many dicks is that?
Mr. White (Bruno Munari): A lot!
Mr. Brown (Toscani): Then one day, he meets
badass guys like us like a John Holmes motherfucker,
and it's like, whoa baby, he's there on his
throne giving orders with his tool
that's so hard he could dig a tunnel, like
Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape". And he
gets all hyped up like a madman.
'You do this', 'you do that', until he hears something that he hasn't heard
in a very long time: a big fat NO!
Paula: And so it gets even
bigger than before!
Mr. Brown (Toscani): Exactly! And his thing gets
so hard it hurts. It shouldn't hurt him. It shouldn't,
because what's done is done already, but
when we tell him NO, it hurts so bad.
The same pleasure he feel the first time,
you know? Our NO reminds the mad sadist
what it felt like when he still got NO as an answer.
So, in the end, he'll listen to our ideas and
like them so much that he'll come, like
the Niagara falls, all in his pants.
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