They draw straws. Goldberg picks the short one. The rest tell Goldberg to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse than it is. "Gentlemen! Discreet? I'm the most discreet mensch you will ever meet. Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me."
Goldberg schleps over to the Meyerowitz apartment, knocks on the door, the wife answers, and asks what he wants. Goldberg declares, "Your husband just lost $500 at the poker table, and is afraid to come home." Mrs. Meyerowitz hollers, "TELL HIM HE SHOULD DROP DEAD!"
"Okay, I'll tell him," say Goldberg.