Marty:
Hey, Callaghan, I just called to say congratulations on El Popup's eye exam …
Bill:
Great, Mahty, but can we keep this short. I've got work to do.
Marty:
Ah, that's right. Poor Billy Boy's part of the proletariat working for slave wages. You get that corner office yet, Bill, or are you still in a fabric covered box.
Bill:
Hey, Mahts, isn't there like a live Furry alt-copulation chat you're missing right now?
Marty:
Wow, Callaghan, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were afraid to face the music.
Marty:
The Yankees are on the rise, Bill, and the "$200 million bust" you Sawx fans were crowing about earlier seems to have been a bit of wishful thinking on your part, eh?
Bill:
Mahty, look, seriously. You guys hold only a one game lead and are 0 fer 5 against us in '09. Pahdon me if I'm not pissing my pants ovah this series.
Bill:
But frankly Mahty, it's the Yankees that have to prove themselves and not the Red Sox.
Marty:
You'll be facing a different Yankees club tonight. We're 21 for 29 since A-Rod's return.
Bill:
Wow. Wee. You guys may as well staht sending in your ring sizes, because you've pretty much wrapped it up. Heh.
Marty:
Keeping whacking at that straw man, Bill.
Bill:
And you, Mahts, just keep whacking. Voop there it is.
