Blondie & Dagwood: Second Wedding Workout (1989 TV Short)
Frank Welker: Dagwood Bumstead, Mr. Ferguson
Quotes
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Dagwood Bumstead : I'm gonna have to take the rest of the day off, Mr. Dithers.
Julius Dithers : Take the rest of the what *where*?
Dagwood Bumstead : I can't let Blondie down.
Julius Dithers : [as Dagwood leaves] Let 'er *down*? I'd always try to get the ole battle-axe something that'll just shut 'er up. Yick.
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Dagwood Bumstead : Maybe I'll be sent to one of those prisons that has a tennis court... Blondie!
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Julius Dithers : Like I said: there'll be a big, fat, juicy bonus in it for you.
Dagwood Bumstead : Bonus? For me? Gosh, Blondie'll be so proud! And just in time for our...
[gasps and babbles in bewilderment at the deadline for the Fergueson building to be completed]
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Julius Dithers : Bumstead, I know that wedding's been on your mind a lot, but... icing swirls on the tenth floor?
Dagwood Bumstead : Well, they...
[a truck horn interrupts them, and they walk toward it]
Julius Dithers : What now, a truck full of doilies?
Blondie Bumstead : [in the truck, with Cora at the wheel] Hi, honey!
Dagwood Bumstead : Huh?
Julius Dithers : Oh, great, a truck full of Blondie.
Blondie Bumstead : [getting out of the truck, then pulling a lever to reveal an inflating cathedral] Cora told me you wouldn't make it to the church on time, so - we brought the church to you!
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Julius Dithers : Bumstead, I know that's the first bonus you've gotten in 18 years, but grab hold of yourself, man.
Dagwood Bumstead : I can't, Mr. Dithers; today is my 20th anniversary.
Julius Dithers : So what? Anniversaries are like headaches; ignore 'em long enough, they'll blow away.
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Dagwood Bumstead : [after he unknowingly loses Blondie's wedding ring, alerted by Daisy] Daisy, get back here; this is no time for doggie gymnastics.
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Julius Dithers : [as the cathedral inflates] Bumstead, what's going on? Your first obligation is to Fergueson!
Dagwood Bumstead : Wrong, Mr. Dithers. My first obligation is to my bride, my wife - you know, Blondie.
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Dagwood Bumstead : [carrying a tall stack of gifts] Great, no one's home. I'll just put these gifts away and...
[we hear a car beep twice outside]
Dagwood Bumstead : Oh no! It's Blondie!
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Dagwood Bumstead : [after a rivet shoots into his pants] Well, fortunately, Daisy, you'll never know what it's like to have a hot rivet up your pants. Eh, girl?
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Dagwood Bumstead : [popping up from the gifts that fell out of the closet] Surprise! Happy anniversary, honey.
Blondie Bumstead : [rising] Surprise? But our anniversary isn't till next week.
Dagwood Bumstead : Oh. Yeah, I knew that.
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Jewelry Store Clerk : Will that be cash, check, or...?
Dagwood Bumstead : [handing the clerk his credit card] Charge it. Thanks to that big, fat bonus, I'll be able to pay for it in full next pay day.
Jewelry Store Clerk : Yes, sir.
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Julius Dithers : [first lines; on the phone] Rest assured, Mr. Fergueson. The J.C. Dithers Company has been on the job for fourteen months, and we'll have your building renovation finished in no time at all.
Mr. Fergueson : Good. Because that's exactly when I want it, Dithers. In no time at all!
[bangs his fist on his desk on the word "all"]
Julius Dithers : [winces] Well, if-if ever in that case, I'll oversee the completion of this project myself.
Mr. Fergueson : You can't fool me, you old windbag! I know Bumstead does all the work.
Julius Dithers : [shaking his fist and growling] Why, you...
Mr. Fergueson : And don't shake your fist at me! Just make that deadline, and there'll be a nice fat bonus in it for you *and* Bumstead.
[they hang up in unison]
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Dagwood Bumstead : [to the sandwich vendor] Give me a ham and cheese, onion, pastrami, turkey, bacon, Swiss, and mackerel sandwich, would ya? Oh, and uh, hold the pickle.
[turning to Daisy]
Dagwood Bumstead : Gotta watch the old waistline, ya know?
[the vendor gives him his sandwich]
Dagwood Bumstead : Ah, that's better.
[walking away]
Dagwood Bumstead : C'mon, girl, let's get to work.
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Dagwood Bumstead : [carrying a tower of presents home] When you can't find that something special, go for bulk.
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Dagwood Bumstead : [on his walkie-talkie] Alexander, are you with me?
Alexander Bumstead : [at his computer, with headphones and mike] Right here, Dad.
Dagwood Bumstead : All right, now pay attention, son. My men say we can probably meet this deadline but *only* if we get these supplies in soon.
Alexander Bumstead : Fire away!
Dagwood Bumstead : Three thousand counterflange bolts, five hundred truckloads of quickset cement, one hundred thirty tons of alloy support girders...
Alexander Bumstead : Consider 'em on their way, Pop!