Kruger: All right, the Grace building. There's a big stain on the front. How do we get it off?
Coco: When I was a little girl in Jamaica, my Gammy taught me to take a wet rag and in a circ--
George: Ah, excuse me, Vice-president Coco, no one cares about your Gammy.
Coco: What did you say about my Gammy?
George: Forget Gammy.
Kruger: Who's Gammy?
George: There's no Gammy.
Kruger: Maybe there should be a Gammy.
George: Oh, no!
Kruger: George.
All: Gammy! Gammy! Gammy! Gammy! Gammy! Gammy! Gammy!
George: Gammy's gettin' upset!