FSJ: 'Lo?
RSJ: Lyons?
FSJ: Yeah.
RSJ: Listen wise-ass, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life writing ad copy for the Harriet Carter catalog, knock off with the law suit joke.
FSJ: What joke? The sonofabitch came here and went all Don Corleone on my ass, now you're –
RSJ – Joke, dickweed. You haven't actually met Moshe yet, have you?
FSJ – Merry Christmas.
RSJ – Namaste.
