Mr. Steinbrenner: I heard what you did in the parking lot, big boy, and it is [stressing each syllable] inexcusable. You personally insulted me, my staff... I cannot believe that you, Body-Suit Man, could perpetrate such a disloyalty. Breaks my heart to say it... Oh, who am I kidding? I love it. You're fi...
Wilhelm: Wait, wait, Mr Steinbrenner. George doesn't deserve any of the blame for what happened in the parking lot today, sir. If there's anyone to blame here, it's me.
Mr. Steinbrenner: What are you talking about, Wilhelm. You popping pills? You got the crazies again?
Wilhelm: No, no. No, no, sir. I ordered George to drive around insulting people today. Because I'm tired of all your macho head games.
George: He's lying, sir! I'm tired of all your macho head games!
Mr. Steinbrenner: Macho head games?
Wilhelm: [puts arm around George] He's just being loyal to me, sir.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Wilhelm, you're fired. I owe you an apology, Body-Suit Man. Streak on. [stands up] Now, if you gentlemen'll excuse me, I'm not going to the game today, I'm gonna go outside and scalp some tickets. Owner's box, that's gotta bring in forty bucks, no problem.
George: Mr Wilhelm, what was that?!
Wilhelm: I wanted to get fired. George, you are looking at the new head scout of the New York Mets. [sings] Meet the Mets, meet the Mets. Come right out and greet the Mets.