George Rutherford. What happened to him?

And how come you ain't got a job anyway?

All right, Scott, forced retirement.

Voluntary redundancy?

Tom resigned.

Retired today?

Fine, until I found a resignation fax waiting for me from Andrew Blauner.

My resignation.

All personnel clear.

You know, he keeps applying for the job.

Severance pay.

That's right.

They demanded that the mayor should resign.

Tom is looking for a job.

Tom is looking for work.

He retires next spring.

My father retired at the age of 65.

He retired from office.

He retired at the age of 65.

Tom retired at 65.

Tom retired when he was 65.

Tom retired at the age of 65.

Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Voluntary withdrawl.

The company appealed for people to take voluntary resignation.

He retired from office.

I retired last year.

I retired last year.

He started gardening after his retirement.

And Esther Chávez was a brilliant accountant in Mexico City.

Why are you leaving me?

We didn't need to ask him to resign.

We've had four retirements this year.

She was born one second after midnight in 1946.

He was a killer. So you resigned.

Now, what's the difference whether there was one or two of them?

Call it forced retirement.

Always the retired cops with arthritis.

I've already told my people to get the hell out of here.

All personnel must clear the room.

When my father was offered a golden handshake, he took it.

He is seeking employment.

He is after a job.

I took the opportunity of retirement to begin studying tea ceremony.

His income was diminished by half after retirement.