The team's 'general manager' acquired five new players for the upcoming season.
The 'manager' decided to change pitchers in the eighth inning.
I'd like to speak to the 'manager', please.
(..) HONEYBUNNY: The restaurant's ours! Move! Get down on the fucking floor! Grandpa, down! I'm the manager here... and there's no problem... no problem at all. You're going to give me a problem? MANAGER: (..)1994 Pulp Fiction
(..) cut down on the hero factor... in a place like this. PUMPKIN: Correct. Same as banks, these places are insured. Manager... he don't give a fuck. He's just trying to get you out the door... before you start plugging the diners. Waitresses? Fucking forget it. (..)1994 Pulp Fiction