George: Oh, by the way, order anything you want, it's all on me. Just do me a tiny favor: pretend we're old friends. Oh, my God! Mr. Morgan! What a coincidence, it's Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan, I want you to meet a dear old friend of mine, Karl.
Karl: I'm the exterminator.
George: That's what we used to call him in high school, The Exterminator. He's a linebacker. Oh, boy. Oh, did we have some wild times.