George

(through a mouthful) Long as they don't throw 'em on the field. (laughs) Huhu. (indicating dish) Help yourself to some shrimp, I brought enough for everybody.

Mcadam

(doubtful) I have to say this, this proposal doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

George

Well, you never know. (picks up more shrimp) Let's see how many I can fit in my mouth.

Reilly

(leaning forward) You know, George...

Reilly

The ocean called. They're running outta shrimp.