Garrison Cootes: Okay, guys, you all had a lot of fun today, but now it's time... to have even more fun! Another cake!
Marshall: Another cake?! What is the matter with you people?! That settlement today was a flaming pile of... puppies... that aren't on fire! Look at what's happening to the environment, and we're here doing the limbo? I mean, we should be ashamed of ourselves!
[later, Garrison Cootes takes Marshall into his office:]
Marshall: Sir, all I meant was...
Garrison Cootes: Ten years from right now, everyone outside in that bullpen will be dead.
Marshall: What?
Garrison Cootes: I've seen the latest research, Marsh. You know how I'm always saying it's not too late to save the planet? It's too late to save the planet. There's nothing to do but sit back and await our inevitable doom. [Larry blows a party whistle] Oh, my goodness, a piñata! Just give me one minute, Larry. Thank you. Our grotesque, inevitable doom! Now, of course, you can't go around telling all the people that the good ship Environmentalism has sailed off into the sunset. There would cause a panic. So, instead, what we do is, we come to work, we put on a happy face, and we sue the big guys for just enough money for some cake before the unfiltered rays of the sun fry us like chalupas, and our lungs fill up with salt water, and we all die!
[later:]
Marshall: Mmm. This cake is delicious. Everything's fine.