Cashman: Guess who’s coming to dinner? Can you say Mike Friggin’ Mussina?
Headwarmer: Well played, baldy.
Cashman: Our friends in Boston must be reeling from this. Looks like we’ve locked ourselves up a World Series trophy.
Cashman: Well, it’s done.
Headwarmer: Excellent. If I had hands, I’d be rubbing them together, doing a sort of menacing laugh.
Cashman: Indeed. Now that we’ve signed Jason Giambi, who can stop us?
Cashman: I’ve done it! I’ve landed Godzilla.
Headwarmer: Domo arigato! Let’s get shitfaced!
Cashman: Wait. I want to make some room for the 2003 World Series trophy first.
Cashman: Headwarmer, I hope you’re sitting down.
Headwarmer: Well, I’m on your head, f@#k-O, so I guess that qualifies.
Cashman: We just got A-Rod. Freakin’ A-Rod will be in our house!
Headwarmer: I feel a Pabst- and happiness-induced blackout coming.
Cashman: I wonder if there’s some way they can just give us the World Series trophy now, so that we don’t actually have to waste time playing out the season…
Cashman: Just got off the phone with Carl Pavano. He’s accepted the crates of money. So, yeah, we’ve got him.
Cashman: This… this is the one. I can feel it.
Headwarmer: ………………….. me too.
Cashman: Knock knock.
Headwarmer: Who’s there?
Cashman: Mister we just stole Johnny Flippin’ Damon from the Red Sox, that’s who.
Headwarmer: So, then, that would make this The Year, right?
Cashman: Uh. Exactly.
Cashman: Looks like Bobby will be here for another season. That’s gotta improve our chances.
Headwarmer: Chances of what?
Cashman: You know. Winning!
Headwarmer: Oh, that. Yes, I suppose.
Cashman: Headwarmer! What has two thumbs and just secured us the World Series title by signing CC Sabathia? ::points to himself:: This guy!
Headwarmer: Dude, I’m watching Oprah.