Cage and his pregnant wife sit on a couch, discussing some names they might choose for their baby. Cage is very hard to please, finding something wrong with each name -- “John” is no good, because people will make toilet jokes. “Richard” is no good because people will call him Dick. They go back and forth and nothing is good enough. Cage is obsessed with the idea that his child will be teased for having a funny first name.
Then a delivery man appears, and Cage signs for a package. The delivery name tips his hat and says “Thank you Mr. Asswipe.”
Cage erupts: “It’s pronounced Oz-Whee-pay!!!”