George: Anyway, as I was lying in the puddle, I think I may have found a way for us to get Bonds and Griffey, and we wouldn't have to give up that much.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Well, don't tell it to me George, tell it to the new Assistant to the General Manager.
George: I didn't get the job?
Mr. Steinbrenner: Well, once you were dead, we couldn't just sit on our hands. We had to make a move...
[A dejected George turns to leave, no longer walking with the aid of the crutches. He takes the bandage off his head and closes the door.]
Mr. Steinbrenner: But, you still have your old job. Of course, we'll have to dock you for the time you missed. We're running a ball club here. If I give special treatment to you, everyone will want it. Next thing you know its chaos! And I can tell you this, chaos does not work for the New York Yankees! Not as long as I'm running the show!