(Tony La Russa is sitting at an office desk. There is a knock at the door. Rick Hahn enters)
TLR: Who are you? What are you doing in my office?
RH: My name’s Rick Hahn, Tony. I’m the general manager.
TLR: Of what? Some taco stand?
RH: Of the White Sox.
TLR: Oh, yeah, you’re the wimp who was crying after he had to announce my buddy Jerry made me the manager. What happen, you grow a pair? Too late, wimp. No way you can fire me. Jerry’s got my back. Even if I don’t have anyone else’s.