George

(agitated) He's lying, sir! I'm tired of all your macho head games!

Steinbrenner

Macho head games?

Wilhelm

(puts arm round George's shoulder) He's just being loyal to me, sir.

Steinbrenner

Wilhelm, you're fired. I owe you an apology, body-suit man. Streak on. (rising) Now, if you gentlemen'll excuse me, I'm not going to the game today, I'm gonna go outside and scalp some tickets. (heads toward the door) Owner's box, that's gotta bring in forty bucks, no problem.

George

Mr Wilhelm, what was that?!