Treliving (entering office in excitement): Hey Burkie. I think I may have found a way for us to get Crosby and McDavid, and we wouldn’t have to give up that much.
Burke (drunken mumbles): They lack truculence. I make the calls here Tattoo.
Trevliving: It's Treliving.
Burke: What?
Trevliving: [stammers] Th-th-the name, i-i-i-it's 'Treliving'.
[Burke gets up from desk and violently backhands Treliving to the ground.]
Burke: WHAT'S your name?!
Trevliving: [cowering on the ground] Tattoo.
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