Hanke

George, come on, not that neck hole thing.

George

Yeah, the neck hole thing, and I would appreciate it if you would say you're sorry.

Hanke

No way, you would've completely stretched it out.

George

You're an alcoholic! You have to apologize. Step Nine! Step Nine.

Hanke

All right, George, all right. I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't want your rather bulbous head struggling to find its way through the normal-size neck hole of my finely knit sweater.