Reilly: So, George. You're proposing a snow tire day at Yankee Stadium?
George: [with a mouthful of shrimp] Long as they don't throw 'em on the field. [laughs] Help yourself to some shrimp, I brought enough for everybody.
Man: I have to say this, this proposal doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
George: Well, you never know. [eats more shrimp] Let's see how many I can fit in my mouth.
Reilly: You know, George... The ocean called. They're running out of shrimp. [all laugh]
George: [stands] Oh yeah, Reilly? Well, the jerk store called. They're running out of you.
Reilly: What's the difference? You're their all-time best seller! [all laugh]
George: Yeah? Well, I had sex with your wife.
Man: His wife is in a coma.