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: Norville Barnes, you don't know a thing about that woman. You don't know who she really is. Only a numbskull thinks he knows things about things he knows nothing about.
: Finally there would be a thingamajig that would bring everyone together, even if it kept them apart spatially.
: This is a face only a mother could love. On pay day.
: I used to think you were a swell guy. Well, to be honest, I thought you were an imbecile. But then I figured out you WERE a swell guy... A little slow, maybe, but a swell guy. Well, maybe you're not so slow, But you're not so swell either. And it looks like you're an imbecile after all!
: Is this guy from Chumpsville or what? Ha! I even pulled the old mother routine. Smitty, Argus Reporter
: Adenoids. Amy Archer
: Lumbago. Smitty, Argus Reporter
] That gag's got whiskers on it!
[singing the Muncie school fight song
, Amy Archer
: Fight on, fight on, dear old Muncie/Fight on, hoist the gold and blue/You'll be tattered, torn, and hurtin'/Once the Munce is done with you/Go... Eagles!
: Cigarette? Amy Archer
: No, thank you.
: The guy's a real moron.
: I've been watching you Norville Barnes, even though you're trying to avoid me. Norville
: Amy, you don't... Amy Archer
: Shut up! And don't think I hadn't noticed how you'd changed.
: [to Norville
] Shut up! After all, you haven't talked to me for a week and now I'm going to say my piece. Look, I've never been dumped by a fellow before, and that hurts. But what really hurts is watching you uproot your soul, chasing after money and ease of the respect of a board who wouldn't give you the time of day if you, if you, if you... Man
: Work in a watch factory. Amy Archer
: Shut up! Exactly!
: What's a six letter word for a condition of the hypothalamus? Amy Archer
: You told me you were going to bring a smile to the HIPS of everyone in America.