GET OUT
He says it stock: forehead vein popping, knees and heels juddering forward, towards the door, YOU'RE OUT, FELIX, 'CAUSE I'M THE UMP--
Felix looks at him with that hurt, pushed-in face, eyebrows caving inwards instead of onwards for upwards - where're your heroics now, Maestro Unger?! - and he says, "You don't mean it," and Oscar isn't sure if he does, so why'd he say it?
Anger management's always been his least favorite therapy to get pushed into. Couples counseling he can deal with, because the therapist's the mediator, which means you're actually supposed to get angry.
Couples counseling?
"You're right, Felix."