I called in sick. I don't work in the rain.

Well, today I won't be going on my route, will I?

I believe the deal was that I get your calzones on my route.

I don't care for you, Costanza.

And three times a week, I shall require a cannoli.

I will help you...but I will expect something in return. What? - Well, for starters...I want a calzone of my own. All right. And a slice of pepperoni pizza. And a large soda. And three times a week, I shall require a cannoli. A bit steep, don't you think?

- He's regimented about his meals. - I know exactly how he feels.

You know, I hear that Mr. Steinbrenner can be a bit erratic.