Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot

So tell me,
who were you calling?
It sure wasn't me!

My mom.
Excuse me?
I was calling my mom.
You were calling your mom
at 2:30 in the morning.

That's the most pathetic excuse!
Tell me who she is.

She isn't anybody, she's my mom.
It doesn't really matter.
Could be your mom or a Oial-a-Bimbo.

It's over! - You don't mean that.
- I mean every word.

It's embarrassing me in my work.
You run away from responsibility.

I'll pack your... - I'm not going to
listen to this. - Where you going?

Get back in here!
Get back in this office, Bomowski!
That's an order.

Mom, I know you're there.
Come on!
Please God,
make her pick up.

Okay, that's it.
I've had it. I've really had it.

I'm a dead man.
This the New York flight?
- Yes, coming out right now.

Relax, kid, relax.
I think that's him. Yeah, it is.
Little Joey!