Jameson in “Moe'N'a Lisa”

[Reads Moe's poem, then hands it to an assistant] Genius! Run it on the front page and pay him nothing. [Picks up the phone] Stop the presses and send my wife some flowers and bring me an Advil! What do you mean you don't work for me? You're hired! Now that you're hired, you're fired! Now that you don't work here, we can be friends. Now that we're friends, how come you never call? Some friend you are! [Hangs up] God, I love this business!