ROY (Hitting a button): Hold. (To Joe) I wish I was an octopus, a fucking octopus. Eight loving arms and all those suckers. Know what I mean?
JOE
No, I . . .
ROY (Gesturing to a deli platter of little sandwiches on his desk): You want lunch?
JOE
NO, that's OK really I just . . .
ROY (Hitting a button): Ailene? Roy Cohn. Now what kind of a greeting is. . . . I…