Unemployment Lady: And your reason for being out of work, Mr. Jones?
Butch: I sucked at being a head coach, so they fired me but didn't give me a big enough buy out to keep me going.
Unemployment Lady: Well, we don't just give out money, Mr. Jones. First we need some information.
Butch: I'd like to talk to your supervisor, please.
Unemployment Lady: I am the supervisor.
Butch: And, may I say, doing a fantastic job.
... Saban enters room.
Saban: Are you taking care of my bad boy over there?
Butch: No, she's being quite obstinate about this whole situation. I'm getting nothing!
Unemployment Lady: Well, unfortunately, Mr. Jones doesn't qualify for unemployment because he's never had a job.
Saban: Oh well, didn't he tell you about the job he was doing for me?
Unemployment Lady: No, what job?
Saban: You didn't tell her?
Butch: No-no, not specifically, I-I-uh...
Unemployment Lady: Well, that's important information, Mr. Jones. You working for Nick Saban makes you an employee.
Butch: Oh, I forgot.
Unemployment Lady: Well, what were your duties?
Butch: Well, I was in more of a consulting position.
Saban: Oh! No, no, no, no, no. It was not a consulting position, he was my assistant, he was like my little guy Friday. He would fetch things for me, I'd tell him where to go and he'd go running off, and fetching things for me. What were some of the things you fetched? You fetched like, uh-
Butch: Coffee.
Saban: Coffee, you'd get that. And sometimes you'd have to-
Butch: Get a hankie.
Saban: No, you'd pick up, you know-
Butch: Cleaning, his dry cleaning.
Saban: Yeah, you'd have to do that, and then.
Butch: Just when he didn't have time.
Saban: How about these guys down there, those are boots.
Butch: Nothing with the boots, I don't think there was-
Saban: Oh, there was something with the boots.
Butch: Polish them every once in a while.
Saban: Every now and then, he had to do that, too. He was a hell of a worker and I really, really needed him, because you know how busy I can get. But I had to can him!!
... Butch gets an unemployment check and Saban gives him a ride back home ...
Butch: Anyway, I appreciate what you've done, Nick, I really do, I'm-
Saban: Don't you worry about it, Butch, I'm happy to do it. Why don't you just get me a little wiper fluid, and we'll call it even, okay?
Butch: Okay, wiper fluid, you got it.
Saban: And also maybe a Kleenex caddy? I've always wanted one of those.
Butch: That's funny.
Saban: It is, but I'm not joking.
Butch: All right, one Kleenex caddy, and wiper fluid.