Clayton: [on airplane phone] Uh, is that you, George?
George: (laughs) Yeah, it's me. Is this Clayton?
Clayton: Well, listen, you son of a bitch! You know where we are? 30,000 feet above your head, you bastard!
George: What are they doing letting you bastards on an airplane? Don't they know that's against FAA regulation?
Clayton: [to his seatmates] Hey, hush up, now! I can't hear him!
George: Listen, I want you guys to send along those agreements the minute you land. Our boys can't wait to kick your butts!
Zeke: [to Clayton] When's that bastard coming to Houston?
Clayton: Hey, Zeke wants to know when you Yankee bastards are coming to Houston!
George: You tell that son of a bitch no Yankee is ever coming to Houston. Not as long as you bastards are running things.
Clayton: Hey, uh, speak up, George, I can't hear ya!
George: [yellings] You tell that son of a bitch no Yankee is ever coming to Houston! Not as long as you bastards are running things!
[Mr. Wilhelm runs in and grabs the phone from George]
Wilhelm: George! George, get a hold of yourself!
George: Mr.Wilhelm...
Wilhelm: What's the matter with you?!
George: Well I-I...