Say, Barry. How about you gimme a clue about who can coach the Rose Bowl now that our pig farmer protege has decided to live with the swine?

Well, he's gonna have to have experience. Familiarity with the program. Most importantly, he's gonna have be handsome enough to blow the panties off a hot nun at forty yards. Know anyone like that, Barry?

Sounds like Barry, Barry. How about we give you a net bump of $118,000 for one game's work? That tickling the ivories a little, piano man?

I'm playing Rhapsody in Blue over here. I'm glad we had this conversation. Have I ever told you that you're the best looking man I know, Barry?

Well, this is my good side.

You bitch.