Coach
"bossman dumped his syllabus bullshit on me to complete and he can take all the credit for it." "i thought that was the job of the athletic director?" asked a burly rottweiler. maverick shrugged. "you mean, assistant...athletic director.
A World Away
"way to go, bossman!" "hell, i wish i had the kinda balls to do what you did." "mav-er-ick! mav-er-ick!" "lemme buy you a drink, cheif!" "whatta ya say, boys? should we take him on a victory lap?"