Bill: You're not in Wisconsin, Dave. The big story isn't about a cow wandering into the town square.
Dave: Bill, you know, I worked in Milwaukee; you know, it's a city with a population of a million people.
Bill: So that must have been quite a hub-bub when that cow got loose, huh?
Bill: Say, Dave, maybe after work you'd like to go by the zoo and *shoot goats*?
Dave: I've got plenty of heart.
[after Bill comments he probably doesn't have one]
Bill: Said the Tinman to the Wizard. But you probably hated that movie, didn't you?
Dave: No, actually, I quite enjoyed that movie
Bill: By the way, Dave, I checked the box on my driver's license; if anything should ever happen to me...
[pats his chest]
Bill: ...it's all yours.
[Dave hugs Joe from behind]
Joe Garrelli: Dave?
Dave: I'm here, Joe.
Joe Garrelli: The last guy to touch me like that got thrown through a plate-glass window.
Dave: Are you sure it's Mike?
Joe Garrelli: It's Mike, all right. Missing most of his tail, white with a racing stripe. Now he's got a really weird surprised look on his face.
Bill: So, I guess it's business as usual for you. To you, it must have been like stepping on a bug, except this bug had friends and a personality. And it wasn't so much a bug as a rat.
Dave: Look, Bill, I feel bad, all right. I feel terrible.
Bill: Oh, come now - you feel nothing. For you this was like stepping on a bug. Only this bug had a name and a personallity, and was a rat rather than a bug.
Dave: Look, Bill, what do you expect me to do? I mean, what can I do?
Bill: Also you didn't step on it, it died in a trap.