Dave: Who exactly would you fire?
Jim: Not me, right? I just adopted a labradoodle.
Dave: Ooh, let's fire Irv. He's gonna get us killed.
Mike: That's great. I'll go to the hospital right now and fire him.
Chuck: Rocking idea, boss man. Now we can get our pretzel on.
Mike: How about you get your hard hat on, and you get your back to work on, and I'll see you guys at lunch?
Dave: Ooh, the whistle blows, and suddenly we're pals. Unh-unh, suit. We're going someplace else for lunch.
Jim: Someplace with pretzels.
Chuck: And freedom.