Oliver: you know, I do realize that it’s difficult for you to manage my nightclub, what with there not being an actual nightclub here.

Tommy: yeah, I just took the liberty /ˈlɪbərti /of yelling at our contractor /ˈkɒntræktər, kənˈtræktər/. I told him if we didn't see any real progress, we were going to bring someone else in to finish the job.

Oliver: good. How’s Laurel’s friend, the one whose brother was a fireman?

Tommy: she is hanging in there, thanks. I have something I wanted to bring up. I was thing that we could throw a fundraiser /ˈfʌndˌreɪzər/ for the fire department. Raise some money for the families.

Oliver: that’s a great idea.

Tommy: we could do it here. We could keep the overhead /ˈoʊvərˌhɛd/ low, make sure we maximize the proceeds to the firemen.

Oliver: who are you? Where’s my friend Tommy Merlyn, the guy who once rented out a pro football stadium, so that he could play strip /strɪp/ kickball with models.

Tommy: that guy needed a swift kick in his lazy ass.