Vic: Beverly, I told you he'd be unreasonable.
Beverly: Relax, Vic. We're on to plan B. Would you please pass this casserole along to the team for me?
General Manager: It seems like you want the Flyers to lose, so you're gonna poison our players?
Beverly: He's onto us.
Vic: [eats casserole] Wait, what?
Beverly: Vic, you're not supposed to eat the casserole.
Vic: I'm not making good choices this year.
General Manager: Please leave.
Beverly: Thank you for your time.