Mrs. Exile and I are considering having children in the not too distant future. One name keeps popping up for both boys and girls, T-Bone.
WATKINS: It's T-bone.
GEORGE: The thing is...I'm supposed to be T-bone.
WATKINS: Heh heh. You're not a T-bone. You're a perfect George.
GEORGE: What? Now, you listen to me!
Kruger and a few other people watch George through the window of the conference room door.
KRUGER: Hey, look at George. He's givin' it to T-bone. He's jumpin' up and down like some kind of monkey. Hey, what was the name of that monkey that could read sign language?
WATKINS: All right, you can have T-bone. Stop crying.
GEORGE (sniffling): I'm not crying. And I shouldn't have said that about your wife. Please accept my apologies.
Watkins and George enter the conference room.
GEORGE: Ok, everybody, uh...I have an announcement to make. From now on, I will be known as-
KRUGER: Koko the monkey.
GEORGE: What?
ALL (chanting): Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko! Koko!