[On the game show, "Wheel of Fish", Phyllis Weaver has just spun the wheel and landed on a red snapper]
Kuni: Ahhh, a red snapper. Mmmmm, very tasty. Okay, Weaver, listen carefully. You can hold on to your red snapper...
[Hiro-san emerges, carrying a table with a box]
Kuni: ...or you can go for what's in the box that Hiro-san is bringing down the aisle right now! What's it gonna be?
[Phyllis Weaver has difficulty in choosing as the audience point to the box]
Phyllis Weaver: I'll take the box. The box!
[the audience applauses]
Kuni: You took the box? Let's see what's in the box!
[Hiro-san opens the box; the audience gasps. There is a silence]
Kuni: Nothing! Absolutely nothing! STUPID! You're so STU-PIIIIIIIIIIID!
Stanley Spadowski: [grinning] This is my new mop. George, my friend, he gave me this mop. This is a pretty good mop. It's not as good as my first mop. I miss my first mop, but this is still a good mop. Sometimes, you just hafta take what life gives ya, 'cause life is like a mop and sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs and stuff... you, you, you gotta clean it out. You, you, you gotta put it in here and rinse it off and start all over again and, and sometimes, sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad you know a mop, a mop, it's not good enough, it's not good enough. You, you gotta get down there, like, with a toothbrush, you know, and you gotta, you gotta really scrub 'cause you gotta get it off. You gotta really try to get it off. But if that doesn't work, that doesn't work, you can't give up. You gotta, you gotta stand right up. You, you gotta run to a window and say, "Hey! These floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!"
George Newman: Hey, kids. Where y'wanna go?
George Newman: That's right. To Uncle Nutzy's Clubhouse. And boy-oh-boy, are we gonna have big fun today. We're gonna have so much fun, we'll forget about how miserable we are, and how much life sucks, and how we're all gonna grow old and die someday.
Little Weasel: I wanna go home!
George Newman: Shut up, you little weasel!
George Newman: Okay. Right now, I'd like to show you one of my favorite cartoons. It's a sad, depressing story about a pathetic coyote who spends every waking moment of his life in the futile pursuit of a sadistic roadrunner who MOCKS him and LAUGHS at him as he's repeatedly CRUSHED and MAIMED! Hope you'll ENJOY it!
Stanley Spadowski: Oh, Joel Miller, you've just found the marble in the oatmeal. You're a lucky, lucky, lucky little boy. 'Cause you know why? You get to drink from... the FIRE HOOOOOSE!
Stanley Spadowski: I'm thinkin' of something orange. Something orange. Give up? It's an orange.
Stanley Spadowski: Okay, now I'm thinkin' of something blue. Something bluuuuuue.
Stanley Spadowski: Hi, George. Well, uh, I'm finished with the TV show. Uh, what do you want me to do now?
George Newman: Did you have a good time in there, Stanley?
Stanley Spadowski: Yeah! Oh, boy, it was fun!
George Newman: Great! How would you like to do it every day?
Stanley Spadowski: Yeah! That would be neat... Oh, wait a minute - do I still get to be the janitor?
George Newman: [incredulously] Sure.
Stanley Spadowski: It's a DEAL!
Raul Hernandez: Hey, man! This is Raul Hernandez and welcome to "Raul's Wild Kingdom" coming to you live from My Apartment! How 'bout that, huh? Okay. The first thing we're gonna do today is check out the wonderful world of turtles. This is my friend, Tommy. Tommy, say hello to the nice people. 'Hello!' Ha! Isn't he great? Okay, so... the turtle is a member of the Reptile family and he's got this hard, protective shell, which keeps predators away... also provides him with his own home when he sleeps. Oh, and he's got these tiny, teeny little legs which makes him move real slow. Not too many people know this, but the turtle is also Nature's suction cup. Watch this.
[licks underside of turtle and tosses it up towards the ceiling. Off camera it makes a loud plop sound]
Raul Hernandez: Did you see that? It sticks! Ha! Okay, yeah... what else I got for you? Yeah, check this out! This is my ant farm. Now ants are amazing. They can carry 50 times their own weight and they work for weeks and weeks building these intricate little tunnels. And oh yeah... they hate it when you do this...
[picks up ant farm and shakes it vigorously up and down]
Raul Hernandez: Oh look! They're really mad, now.
George Newman: [watching Raul on TV with Bob] Where did you find this guy?
Bob Steckler: Me? I thought you hired him.
Raul Hernandez: For those of you just joining us, today we're teaching poodles how to fly.
[claps his hands]
Raul Hernandez: Come here... come here, Foofy. Ah, Foofy. Are you psyched? Are you ready? Okay... Here we go. Get ready. And... FLY!
[tosses poodle out of the apartment window. Poodle barks all the way down and hits with a loud thump]
Raul Hernandez: Oh, man... You know, sometimes it takes them a little longer to learn how to do it right. Okay, come on. Come on. Cheer up. Cheer up. Eh, eh, eh. Who's next? Ah, Gigi!
[tosses black poodle out of the window which barks all the way down and hits with another loud thud]
Raul Hernandez: Ah, man!
[watching a cartoon when Bob tells George whether to finish the show since Teri won't talk to him]
Stanley Spadowski: Watch out, Mr. Coyote!
[sound effect on the television]
Stanley Spadowski: Aww, it's terrible.
George Newman: Hey, Stanley.
Stanley Spadowski: Yeah, George?
George Newman: How'd you like your own TV show?
Stanley Spadowski: [beat] ... okay.
George Newman: You're on.
Pamela Finklestein: [into the phone with R.J. Fletcher] "Broads don't belong in broadcasting?" Is that the kind of professional courtesy you teach your news department?
R.J. Fletcher: [into the phone with Pamela] Why, that's a terrible thing. I don't know how many time I've told those boys, "never call chicks broads."
Pamela Finklestein: [incensed tone] Why, you slimy... ooh!
[hangs up the phone]
Joe Earley: [after losing his thumb in a table saw] Can you believe this? Would you look at that? Just call me "Mr. Butterfingers". I think it's on the floor somewhere. Is my face red?
Stanley Spadowski: George, you know I was wondering, like if you were traveling through outer space, I mean like you're going real fast, like the speed of light, you know... hoooohhhhh... and all of a sudden you started screaming... aaaahhhhh aaaaahhhhh... Do you think your brain would blow up?
Bob Steckler: Guys, I'm trying to work... Do you mind?
Stanley Spadowski: I don't mind. Go right ahead... Do you mind, George?
George Newman: [bursts into room where Stanley is being held prisoner] Aaaaaaaaaaggghh!
Killer Thug: [totally unimpressed] Who the hell is this guy?
George Newman: [imitating Rambo] Oim your worst nightmare.
R.J. Fletcher: This is indeed a sad day for Channel 8. We've been number one in this town for the past ten years. And now, our sponsors are pulling their accounts. We're losing valuable advertising revenue. We're losing credibility in the market. And why? Because of some fly-by-night UHF station! A UHF station! This is an embarrassment! A disgrace! What do you think R.J. Fletcher Senior would be saying if he were alive today?
Richard Fletcher: [mockingly] "Help me out of this box, I can't breathe in here. Help, let me out."
R.J. Fletcher: [shoots Richard a dirty look] We've got to do something. We've got to do it fast. Who owns that station, anyway?
Philo: Hello, my name is Philo and welcome to "Secrets of the Universe". Today we are going to learn how to make plutonium from common household items.
Movie Announcer: Next week on U62, he's back. And this time, he's mad. Gandhi II. No more mister passive resistance. He's out to kick some butt. This is one bad mother you don't wanna mess with.
Gandhi: Don't move, slimeball.
Movie Announcer: He's a one man wrecking crew. But he also knows how to party.
Gandhi: Give me a steak, medium rare.
Gangster: Hey, baldy!
Movie Announcer: There is only one law: his law. Gandhi II.
Bum: [recognizing R.J. Fletcher] Hey, I know you! You're the guy that gave me that double-die Denver mint penny! Oh, thanks a lot, Mister! That thing was worth a fortune! When I cashed it in, I had enough money to buy a whole bunch of shares, and, I got me a real NEAT watch! It's a Rolex! See?
[shows the Rolex to Fletcher, who breaks down crying on the bum's shoulder]
Earl Ramsey: [to Pamela] Gun control is for wimps and commies. Listen, let's get one thing straight. Guns don't kill people. I do.
[Stanley is eating a watermelon]
Stanley Spadowski: This is pretty good watermelon.
[He stops and thinks about this]
Stanley Spadowski: Tastes like poop. I'm gonna eat some Corn Flakes.
[grabs a box of Corn Flakes]
Stanley Spadowski: These are pretty good... WHOA! Free toy inside! Free toy inside! Let's find it.
[rummages his hand in the box]
Stanley Spadowski: Don't let your mom know that you do this.
George Newman: [as "Uncle Nutsy", to Bob as "Bobbo the Clown"] Hey, Bobbo! Wanna play a game? Look up... Look down... Now look at Mr. Frying Pan!
[hits him in the face with the frying pan]
George Newman: Uh-oh. Bobbo fall down and go boom. Aw, what's the matter, Bobbo? I know, you're hungry! Have I got just the thing for you! Yes sir, clowns AND kids just can't resist the mouth-watering, lip-smacking taste of Mrs. Hackenberger's Butter Cookies!
[He proceeds to stuff Bobbo's face with cookies, which are actually dog biscuits; George has picked up the wrong box!]
George Newman: Right, Bobbo? That's right! And guess what, Mom? THEY'RE NUTRITIOUS, TOO! Just look at how Bobbo here likes 'em! Mmmm, THAT'S GOOD! And don't forget, there's a nifty surprise inside every box of Mrs. Hackenberger's...
[notices his mistake for the first time]
George Newman: Oooops! Heh, Heh, it looks like Bobbo's been eating YAPPY'S DOG TREATS!
[a look of horror crosses Bobbo's face, and he runs off to the "little clowns' room"!]
George Newman: That's right! Yappy's Dog Treats! Your dog will love that real liver-and-tuna taste...
[We hear Bobbo vomiting]
George Newman: With just a hint of cheese!
Animal Deliveryman: Raul Hernandez?
Raul Hernandez: Yeah.
Animal Deliveryman: Got the delivery here for your next show.
Raul Hernandez: Oh great. What you got?
Animal Deliveryman: Let's see, I got one aardvark, one flamingo, four porcupines, two armadillos, three badgers...
Raul Hernandez: Badgers?... Badgers?... We don't NEED no stinking Badgers!
[George and Bob just got fired again]
Bob Steckler: How could you do this to me? I knew this was gonna happen.
George Newman: You're right, Bob. I'm sorry. What can I say? I-I'm a miserable worthless hunk of slime. Here, I want you to take this crowbar and... just bash my head right in! Go ahead. Really. Please! Just BASH it right in!
Bob Steckler: George, you know I can't do that. You still owe me five bucks.
[In the "Spatula City" advertising commercial]
Sy Greenblum: [listless tone] Hello, this is Sy Greenblum, president of Spatula City. I like the spatulas so much, I bought the company.
[On the television show "Conan the Librarian"]
Timid Man: Can you tell me where I can find a book on astronomy?
[Conan the Librarian lifts the man up with his bare hands]
Conan the Librarian: [imitating Arnold Schwarzenegger] Don't you know the Dewey Decimal System?
Movie Announcer: [addressing viewers] He's Conan the Librarian!
Young book customer: [before Conan slices him in half] These books are a little overdue.
Teri Campbell: Hey, George, you know those crazy dreams you're always having? You think maybe I could be in some of them from now on?
George Newman: [cut to "Gone With the Wind" set, where George and Teri are dressed like Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara, complete with fake Southern accents] Honey, from now on you're gonna be in all of 'em!
Teri Campbell: [longingly] Oh, George...
George Newman: Honey, let's leave this place right now! Let's go this very minute!
Teri Campbell: No, George! Let's wait until tomorrow!
George Newman: But... why? WHY?
Teri Campbell: Because tomorrow... is another day.
George Newman: [looks at the camera] I knew she was gonna say that!
[George kisses Teri, credits roll]
George Newman: Hey, Philo, you really worked beyond the ecology on this one, thanks!
Philo: I'm glad to have been of service, George. Well, it appears that my work on this planet is complete. I must now return to my homeworld... on the planet Zarquon.
George Newman: [dubious] Okay, well. Have fun!
[Philo leaves George and Teri]
George Newman: [sees his uncle] Hey, Uncle Harvey!
Harvey Bilchik: Hey, kid, way to go! I always knew you had it in you! You're okay!
[Behind them, unnoticed, Philo morphs into a weird alien and flashes away]
R.J. Fletcher: [the broadcast which gets Channel 8 shut down by the FCC] This community means about as much to me as a festering bown of dog snot! You think I care about the pea-brained yokels of this town? If you took their combined I.Q., and multiplied it by a hundred, you might have enough intelligence to tie your shoe, if you didn't drool all over yourself first. I can't stand those sniveling maggots! They make me want to puke! But, there is one good thing about broadcasting to a town full of mindless sheep. I always know I have them exactly where I want them.
[laughs evilly before Philo shuts off the broadcast]
George Newman: I need a drink.
Bob Steckler: You don't drink.
George Newman: Yeah, but I've been meaning to start.
Crazy Ernie: If nobody comes down here and buys a car in the next hour, I'm gonna club this baby seal. That's right! I'm gonna club this seal to make a better deal. You know I'll do it, too, cause I'm crazy.
Bob Steckler: I don't know about this, George. We don't know the first thing about what goes on in a television station.
George Newman: Don't worry, Bob. It's just like working in a fish-market. Except you don't have to clean and gut fish all day.
Stanley Spadowski: George? What's wrong, George?
George Newman: Stanley, you don't want to know.
Stanley Spadowski: [confused] Then why'd I ask? Is there anything I can do to help?
George Newman: Now unless you got seventy-five thousand dollars on you.
Stanley Spadowski: [while searching carefully through crumpled pieces of currency] No, sorry.
George Newman: This is ridiculous. There must be something I can do.
Stanley Spadowski: [addressing crowd] Friends, there comes a time in every man's life when he has to look the potato of injustice right in the eye. There's a powerful evil force in the universe that lives in Channel 8 and I've seen it. And I don't want to go pop its ugly greasy head around here. Do you?
Teri Campbell: George, when are you gonna start taking things a little more seriously? I mean, you've been bouncing from job to job ever since I've known you. You have to find some way of making your overactive imagination work for you instead of against you.
[turns around and discovers that George has molded his mashed potatoes into a mountain; she sighs]
Teri Campbell: What are you doing?
George Newman: [mimicking Richard Dreyfuss in "Close Encounters of the Third Kind"] This means something. This is important.
George Newman: [picks up a frying basket from a pot of boiling cooking oil, the blackened remains of something are seen] Well, I think the fries are just about done.
[He puts the frying basket back in the cooking oil]
Bob Steckler: [unhappy] Aw geez, George. You'd better not let Big Edna see that or she'll have a fit.
George Newman: [as Big Edna walks up behind him] Big Edna. Big Edna. You sound like a broken record. Big Edna this, Big Edna that. Why are you so afraid of that pathetic tub of lard?
[Bob grimaces and turns away with embarassment as George quickly turns around and sees Big Edna now standing right behind him. George weakly smiles, as Big Edna smiles back, looking very menacing]
R.J. Fletcher: [on the missing research file] I'm going to get to the bottom of this! I will not allow this kind of behavior at Channel 8! This is a business! Not a home for irresponsible pus-brains!
Stanley Spadowski: [in the backroom of the UHF building, preparing for another fund drive. There is a knock at the back door] Who is it?
Head Thug: I got a pizza here for Mr. Stanley Spadowski.
Stanley Spadowski: Pizza? For me? Ohhhh-ho-ho, boy!
[opens the back door, gets yanked through violently]
Stanley Spadowski: [later, blindfolded in the backseat of a car with the three thugs] I like peppers. I looooove anchovies. 'Cause they're real fishy. Sometimes, I like to get a pizza with nothin' on it but anchovies, no peppers, no olives, no onions... 'cause they're good!
Killer Thug: [raises his revolver] So, uh... do we kill him?
Head Thug: No, no, the boss just wants us to keep him on ice for a while. Easy, easy!
Stanley Spadowski: Hey, wait a minute! You guys aren't from the pizza place!
Esther Bilchik: [after Harvey gets home from playing poker, referring to the piece of paper in his pocket] What's this?
Harvey Bilchik: Oh, it's the deed to channel 62. I won it with a pair of sevens. I was bluffing.
Esther Bilchik: Channel 62? Never heard of it.
Harvey Bilchik: I'm not surprised. More people watch the fish tank at Leo's pet store.
Esther Bilchik: [to George, who is at the punch bowl trying to pour punch into a poodle's mouth] Oh George, would you come here a second?
[without thinking about this, George just drops the poodle into the punch bowl and walks away]
[Bob opens a piece of mail and looks at the mail in shock]
George Newman: What do you got there, Bob?
Bob Steckler: It's the ratings!
George Newman: Don't tell me we actually made the list.
Bob Steckler: We're number one.
George Newman: Say what?
Bob Steckler: We beat the networks. This is unbelievable. Look at these notes. We got three shows in the top 5. "Stanley Spadowski's Clubhouse" went through the roof. Do you known what this means? We're finally going to make some real money. George, we are the number one station in town!
[They both scream for excitement]
Movie Announcer: There's lots of fun coming your way this weekend on U-62. First, slam to your way to health as you "Stay Fit" with Mike and Spike! Next, everybody's favorite: Chef Bernie invites you to go "Bowling for Burgers"! Sunday, be a part of the excitement as we premiere our new dazzling game show, "Strip Solitaire"! And then, join us for hilarious fun on the all new "Practical Jokes and Bloopers"! And you won't want to miss "Celebrity Mud Wrestling" with special guest: McCall Contraband! It's a whole new weekend on U-62, the reason television was invented!
Stanley Spadowski: [chuckles] Be there!
George Newman: You know what? Nobody in this small town appreciates a guy with a good imagination.
Bob Steckler: Well, maybe not the people at the lumber yard, or the miniature golf course, or Floyd's Fish Market, or any of the other places you worked in the last... month.
Teri Campbell: George, did you get fired again?
George Newman: [banging his head against a counter] Yes! Yes! It's all true! I just don't know what's wrong with me!
[instantly changes his mood]
George Newman: So, what's for dinner?
[takes a look at what's for dinner]
George Newman: Mashed potatoes? My favorite! Teri, you shouldn't have!
Bob Steckler: What's Teri gonna say when she learns you got fired from another job again? Aren't you supposed to meet her at her parents house for dinner tonight?
George Newman: Teri? Oh no! What time is it?
[an arm belonging to a beginner student at Kuni's Karate School suddenly next door suddenly bursts through the wall as George looks at the wristwatch on the man's arm]
George Newman: 7:30? Oh no, I gotta run. I'll see you later.
[George notices a measuring tape, but does not recognize Fletcher at first]
George Newman: Can I help you?
R.J. Fletcher: No, thanks. Just taking a few measurements.
[Stanley enters the office and looks at the television, but once he recognizes Fletcher, he runs away]
George Newman: Wait a minute, I think I missed something here.
R.J. Fletcher: Oh, didn't I tell you? I own this place now.
[Pamela Finklestein looks stunned about this]
George Newman: [shocked] You what?
R.J. Fletcher: What's the matter, kid, you got wax in your ears?
George Newman: But my Uncle Harvey...
R.J. Fletcher: [interrupts George] Harvey Bilchik is flying in tonight to close the deal!
[George, Bob and Pamela all look stunned]
[in response to Fletcher stating that he owns Channel 62]
Bob Steckler: Wait a minute. Don't you already own Channel 8? Isn't it illegal to own two television stations in the same town?
R.J. Fletcher: Oh! Really? Gee...
[George and Bob do not say anything]
R.J. Fletcher: I guess I'll have to turn this place into a parking lot!
[then Fletcher laughs hysterically]
R.J. Fletcher: Toodle-oo!
R.J. Fletcher: You are a worthless human being, Mr., um...
Stanley Spadowski: Spadowski, sir. Stanley Spadowski.
R.J. Fletcher: [chuckles] Might I call you Stanley?
Stanley Spadowski: [chuckles] Okay...
R.J. Fletcher: Stanley... YOU'RE FIRED!
Stanley Spadowski: But I-I-I didn't...
R.J. Fletcher: GET OUT!
George Newman: How's this for our new Friday night line-up? Eight o'clock, "Druids On Parade", then "The Volcano Worshipper's Hour", followed by "Underwater Bingo for Teams", and... "Fun with Dirt"!
Bob Steckler: Why not?
Chorus: [commercial jingle] Spatula City, we sell spatulas - and that's all!
George Newman: You know, Bobbo, I think you're developing a bad attitude here. You see, Bob, you gotta look at the big picture. You gotta grab life by the lips and YANK as hard as you can.
Pamela Finklestein: Yeah, so, can I help you?
George Newman: Hi, I'm George Newman. I'm the new station manager.
Pamela Finklestein: [enraged tone] Ugh! You know, when I first took this job, they told me that this position would only be temporary, and that eventually, when the time was right, I would be moved up to news which is really my forte. You know how long I've been working here? Two years! It's kind of hard to get promoted when every other week you have a new boss! This job really sucks!
George Newman: [keeping his cool] Well... this is my friend Bob.
Kuni: [jumps out from behind a door marked "Supplies"] Supplies!
George Newman: Well... I've got good news and bad news.
Bob Steckler: Okay, give me the bad news first.
George Newman: Well... given our current financial status, compounded with fixed income and outstanding invoices... I figure this station will be flat broke by the end of the week.
Bob Steckler: [shocked] Well, what's the good news?
George Newman: I lied. There is no good news.
Kuni: [George and Bob walk by karate studio, when a student comes crashing through the second-story window. He looks up to see Kuni] Hey, George!
George Newman: Hey, Kuni! Beginner's class today?
Kuni: Yeah, and they're so stupid!
[another student crashes through the window]
[on the intro for "Town Talk with George"]
Movie Announcer: George Newman, he starts where the others stop.
George Newman: Sex with furniture: what do you think?
Movie Announcer: The world watched in amazement as he unlocked the secrets of Al Capone's glove compartment!
George Newman: Ah-ha... *road maps*!
Movie Announcer: He blew the lid off Satanism!
Satan: Look, all I was trying to say was...
George Newman: Oh, shut up, you pinhead! You make me SICK!
[He throws a glass of water in his face]
Movie Announcer: Sometimes shocking, always controversial. He deals with topics that the other talk shows are afraid to touch. He pries, he pokes, he digs deep. He gets the answers. He gets the facts. And most of all, he gets the ratings.
George Newman: [addressing viewers] Lesbian Nazi hookers abducted by UFOs and forced into weight loss programs... all next week on Town Talk.
[gets hit with a chair]
Little Old Lady: Excuse me... aren't you R.J. Fletcher?
R.J. Fletcher: Yes!
[she knees him in the groin, he collapses in pain]
R.J. Fletcher: Now wait just one minute! What do you think you're doing?
George Newman: [as Harvey signed the contract to save U-62] WE DID IT, THE STATION IS OURS!
[Everybody cheers as a happy fanfare music plays]
Harvey Bilchik: Wow, look at that!
R.J. Fletcher: [angered] YOU CAN'T DO THIS! We had an agreement, remember? An oral contract! I'll sue them!
Harvey Bilchik: Ah, blow it out your ears, scuzzbag!
FCC Man: Are you R.J. Fletcher?
R.J. Fletcher: Who do you think I am?
FCC Man: I'm John Vector of the FCC. I noticed that your station is late in filing for its license renewal this year. Now normally, this kind of violation is punishable by its stiff fine. But I've been watching you lately, you made a big impression on me. Yeah, I am revoking your license! Effective immediately, you're off the air!
Pamela Finklestein: Pamela Finklestein here, coming to you with the most incredible turn of events. Not only has the once powerful corporate broadcasting giant been thoroughly crushed and defeated. But now as luck would have it, they've been completely stripped of their license by the FCC!
[She turns directly to Fletcher]
Pamela Finklestein: [stern tone] Well now, what do you have to say about that, you worthless slobbering pig?
[She then winks at the camera]
Bum: Hey, Mister!
George Newman: Not now, okay?
Bum: Well, I was just wondering if it was too late to buy any of them shares.
[produces a large amount of money]
Bum: I'll take whatever you got left!
George Newman: [amazed] How much is that?
Bum: Two thousand dollars, heh heh heh! Keep your change!
Harvey Bilchik: [lounging in his pool, answering his phone] YO! Hey, Big Louis! So, what's up?
Big Louie: Bad news, Mr. Bilchik. None of your horses came in.
Harvey Bilchik: Aw, gee, too bad. So, what's the damages?
Big Louie: Seventy-five thousand dollars.
[George and Teri make up]
Teri Campbell: What do you say, Stranger?
George Newman: Teri, what are you doing here? I thought you never wanted to see me again.
Teri Campbell: Whatever gave you that idea?
George Newman: Well, I guess my first clue was when you told me you never wanted to see me again.
George Newman: [message left on Teri's answering machine; voice] Teri! I'm sorry! Come on give me one more chance please! Come on Teri! Teri! Oh Oh I'm in hell! I'm in hell! Teri, Teri pick up the phone! Pick up the phone! Pick up the phone! Oh, Oh Teri! PLEASE!
Bum: Hey, mister! Change? You got change?
R.J. Fletcher: You idiot! Can't you do anything I tell you to do? Does this look like a number two pencil?
Richard Fletcher: No... but... I just thought...
R.J. Fletcher: You thought? I don't pay you to think!
Richard Fletcher: But Dad...
R.J. Fletcher: SHUT UP!