An architect's office. A man works alone at his desk. Another man bursts in.
Dick: "Robert! Design me a house!"
Robert: "Hello, Dick. How are you today."
Dick: "Fine Robert, just fine...And yourself?"
Robert: "I am doing quite well as a matter of fact. I even started working on..."
Dick: Interrupting, "Good, good. I've got something else for you to do."
Robert: "A house yes, I got the memo. Listen Dick, you've hired a number of skilled interns who are drooling for a chance to design anything."
Dick: "I want you to do it."
Robert: "Dick, old man, you know very well I don't do houses anymore. I've moved on to bigger and better."
Dick: "Oh, is this beneath you?"
Robert: "Yes, quite frankly."
Dick: "I'm your boss!"
Dick: "Senior partner Robert and I want you on this project."
Dick: "It's a contest."
Robert: "Oh really. A design competition? For a house? Dick, seriously. You brought a number of new interns that us senior partners, some more senior than others, are tripping over because they haven't enough to do."
Dick: "It is a very important competition. From the government. for a house, that can generate its own power and surplus, that can be resold. At a profit, potentially of, well a lot of money. And the winning firm gets a share."
Robert: "Dick, I knew you were greedy but I never figured you for an environmental patriot too!"
Dick: "Robert! I need you to be in charge of this thing, do you understand?"
Robert: "Loud and clear sir!" Salutes, "What about this?" Holding up his current project.
Dick: "Give that one to the interns." Takes a deep breath, "I'll announce this at our meeting today. And you will be there this time."
Robert: Saluting again. "No-one else knows?"
Dick: "Not even the other firms. Not yet. Robert..." Exits.
Robert: Mimicking Dick "Robert..." Pushes current project aside, pulls out a tennis ball and begins to bounce it off the floor.