Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“I have, uh, joined Goose.”
No. No, no, no.
“The ol’ Bobber can tell which way the wind is blowing. And it’s blowing Gooseward.”
Okay, first of all: “Gooseward” is not a word.
“It’s a direction.”
Second: that’s a duck.
“Duck are baby geese.”
They are not. They are absolutely not.
“Regardless. I had Irving Azoff make a call and, uh, now I’m in Goose.”
Fine. Whatever. When do rehearsals start?
“Oh, we won’t be rehearsing.”