Jerry

(stares into coffee cup and looks back at George) Problem?

George

The Rosses have started up a foundation, Jerry, and I have to sit on the board of directors.

Jerry

Hey, board of directors. Look at you!

George

Yeah! Look at me! I was free and clear! I was living the dream! I was stripped to the waist, eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery!

Jerry

Before we go any further, I'd just like to point out how disturbing it is that you equate eating a block of cheese with some sort of bachelor paradise.