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: [passing "No Cussing" sign
] Oh, and no cussing. Chris Thorne
: Oh, shit.
: Let's just be quiet and let him do his little thing and we'll be on our way. J.P.
: Oh, I will let you be on your way, and when you go...
: THE CAT'S EYES'LL SPIN! NOW, LISTEN! Chris Thorne
: Ok, we'll listen! J.P.
: [calm again
] Hey, hey, ha! Ho ha! Heh heh heh heh! Hoola, Hoola, Hoola! The Boola Boola Boola! Look who's got the front seats to the Mexican hat dance now! Just like a bunch of spiders in a birthday cake!
: Alvin, I was just thinking you've got enough vintage steel around here to make a few thousand Toyotas. Ever think of selling the whole place to the Japanese? J.P.
: There you go. Does the Pope wear a hat? Was Sergeant York's mother an angel? And will a banker grope for money? Chris Thorne
: I'm not a banker, I'm a financial publisher. J.P.
: Well, all I know is in '17 after they shipped me off to fight, some New York financier rolled in here one day and hog-glowsered and tub-wankled my grandfather into mining out the whole town in exchange for shares in something called the United Coke Company. Do you know what those stock certificates are worth today?
: JUST ABOUT THE FINEST OUTHOUSE WALLPAPER YOU'VE EVER SEEN! We were forced to become what you drove through today; a burnt out coal field and the biggest icebox graveyard this side of the Ohio foundry belt! And that's why I *never* let a banker go! Fausto
: So your grandpa made a lousy deal, is that our problem? Diane Lightson
: Judge, that's a very tragic, tragic story. J.P.
: I believe it is. Renalda
: You should do a book.
: [after insulting the Reeve and falling in a chamber of squeaky toys, she punches him
] How could you be so insensitive? Chris Thorne
: What do you mean? What are you talking about? Renalda
: Fausto, you better do something about this! Fausto
: Niña, you're pulling on my coat, now cool it! Diane Lightson
: I had us out of here! Then you had to go and open your big mouth!
[pulls toy out of her shirt
] Diane Lightson
: *You* had us out of here? We would've been here another two hours listening to the history of the Valkenburger farm or wherever the hell we are! Diane Lightson
: I knew that I couldn't depend on you! Chris Thorne
: Listen, I don't need this! I was just trying to get us to Atlantic City... for YOU! Diane Lightson
] Oh, is that right? Chris Thorne
: Yeah! Fausto
: You're no longer our financial advisor! You're fired! Diane Lightson
, Chris Thorne
: [to Fausto
] SHUT UP!
: [the three are playing cards
] If I win, I get... another bowl of cereal! L'il Debbull
: If I win, I get... Diane! Diane Lightson
] No, Lil' Debbull
: [at the dinner table, a meat grinder makes a whining noise like a dog
] How do you like your dog? Diane Lightson
: They're serving dog? J.P.
: Oh, no, no, no ,*hot* dogs, *hot* dogs. Dutch country, prized Hereford winners. Diane Lightson
] Oh! Hot dogs!
: [to Chris
] I didn't mean what I said when I told you to save yourself. Get your ass back down here and SAVE ME!
: [about the judge
] Does he treat all traffic violators this graciously? Dennis
: Only ones he takes a special interest in, like bankers.
: How long have you been divorced? Chris Thorne
: Four years. Diane Lightson
: Do you still love her. Chris Thorne
: Nah, been over her for... weeks.