He was just trying to say, "We're Number 1!"
George (swerving): Hey! Watch it! Did you see that guy? He just gave me the
finger!
Danny Tartabull: You sure?
George: Oh yeah! Middle finger, straight up, at me! At us!
Danny Tartabull: What are you doing?
George: I'm following him.
New scene.
George is parked at a gas station, he steps out of the car and slams the door.
George: I'll take care of this, Danny.
George approaches the man he's been following, who's now pumping gas.
George: Excuse me.
Man: What's the problem?
George: I believe you cut me off, and then made an obscene gesture.
Man: I did? Where?
George: Outside of Manhattan, about an hour ago.
Man: Wow! Is that Danny Tartabull?
George: That's right, of the New York Yankees.
Man: I'd like to shake his hand but I can't.
The man holds up his arm, it's in a cast with his middle finger sticking
straight up.