[In the living room of stately IPB Manor, the -ookies and Boomer are cozily ensconced in front of the TV for a day of watching sports and stitching. They have drinks in hand, and snacks a-plenty, and a long, lazy Sunday afternoon and evening stretching out before them. There is a Falcons/Eagles football game on the television.]
Schnookie: Ahhh. This is the life.
Pookie: Yeah. But you know what would make it better? Some freakin’ hockey.
[Long, unsatisfied pause.]
Pookie: This is one of those days where I just really want to be watching something like the Ducks playing the Canes.
Boomer: Like, a game where you don’t really have to pay attention?
Pookie: Yeah. Where I can be listening to hockey announcers.
[Just then, the Falcons connect on a long passing play, causing a familiar-sounding crescendo in the play-by-play.]
Boomer: Isn’t that Sam Rosen?
Pookie: Shut up!