Vince furrowed that mephistopheles brow of his, eyes flashing a swift and fascinated lightning streak of mischief and interest, Manager? he'd said with only the use of his lips, now tenanted with questions was his mouth, but with no sound to voice them quite yet as:
"Hey Kelly it's Vince, I need a pass for Harrison William Gregory."
Moving the phone away from the familiar deluge of abusive nonsense, since he didn't really give a shit about what the girl on the other end of the phone was actually gossiping about (this much was evident by the distinct noise of her high-pitch.), he as well sought to have his toil commiserated by demonstrating how very loud she was indeed, even without the speaker phone mechanism engaged, by putting it near the dash.
'Kelly' was so obnoxious that she could wake a mummy from a thousand year old slumber. He let her prattle on.
"Manager, huh? What is it you do? And why's your manager such a control-freak dick?" he added as if an after thought. "No offense if he's usually a nice guy. Oh, and P.S., we're totally going to the museum and having you sorted. You dork."