George: Hey, Mr. Morgan how was your massage?
Mr. Morgan: Oh, I had to cancel it. For some reason my wife got it into her head that it was more than just a massage.
George: Really?
Mr. Morgan: Yeah. Anyway, we got into this big fight at lunch. It looks like tonight I'll be sleeping on the couch.
George: Hey, listen don't oversleep. You can't afford to be late again.
Mr. Morgan: I know. Somebody around here has been giving Wilhelm the impression that I have been slacking off.
George: Geez. Hey, you know something, you should try my friend's wake up service. She swears by this thing.
Mr. Morgan: Costanza, you may be my only friend around here. By the way, you got that birthday card?
George: Ah, not yet.
Mr. Morgan: Just make sure Steinbrenner doesn't get it until I sign it.
George: Yes, sir!