Lovejoy: Will you meet him?
Tinker Dill: Why not? Looks like rain.
Lovejoy: Rain stops play.
Major Chatfield: Lovejoy, I'll be honest.
Lovejoy: Major, must you?
Whiteman: [In an authoratative manner] We'd like you to do something for us, Lovejoy.
Lovejoy: What's in it for me? I don't work for God, Queen, or country... only for cash!
Whiteman: [to Jenkins] Tell him what's in it for him.
Jenkins: [Menacingly] Good health.
Lovejoy: I knew it would be one of those smart ass answers.
Whiteman: [Menacingly] A vasectomy means never having to say you're sorry.
Lovejoy: [Sheepishly] Sorry.