Jimmy: No, Greg, I mean, what are you doing? Why are you out here in the shed? Why are you having kids deliver pizza to our doorstep? Why are you working as a giant mouse?
Greg: I was driving around trying to clear my head. And I got a flat tire because somebody put a nail in the road. I stopped at Chuck E. Cheese to use the phone. I hear the manager freaking out that Chuck E.'s late. There was no one to fill in, so—
Jimmy: Oh, so you became Chuck E.
Greg: Well, at that point, I'd rather be anybody than Greg Warner. The longer I had on the costume, the better I felt. I mean, I might be useless to my own family, but to every other family, I was a hero today.
Jimmy: Oh, so, ironically, you were a man because you were a mouse.