Bobbie: (Joey answers phone) Joey, it's Bobbie. Great news. You're going to throw out the first pitch at the Dodgers game this weekend.
Joey: Oh my God! That's amazing! Bobbie, I don't know how to thank you for that.
Bobbie: Ah, well, I'm forty years old and I do need a baby. Ah. How about this. Get yourself liquored up and meet me at the Peninsula Hotel. I'll be checked in under Fredrico Vaughan. (Joey hangs up phone)