George: Come on in and greet the Mets.
Jerry: Good meeting?
George: There was no meeting. [grabs a folding chair] But it was quite a meeting. You are looking at the next director of Mets scouting. The only thing is, I have to get fired from the Yankees first.
Jerry: You can do that.
George: Of course. But I really wanna leave my mark this time, you know. Uh, I wanna walk away from the Yankees with people saying, "Wow! Now that guy got canned!"
Jerry: So you want to go out in a final blaze of incompetence?
George: Remember that summer at Dairy Queen where I cooled my feet in the soft-serve machine?