Tinker: Well there is a problem, the dog's only worth three hundred.
Lovejoy: Where's the other ton?
Tinker: Andy said he put it on a bet for us at Bungay.
Lovejoy: Oh good, you're fired!
Tinker: But I don't work for you?
Lovejoy: I felt like saying it, it felt good.
Lovejoy: You're fired too.