- Chuck Mangione: Hey man, I'm having a concert this Sunday. Could I put up one of my posters in your window?
- Kahn: Get out before I three-hole punch your face.
- Dale Gribble: [to Kahn] Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen. Anyhoo, this is what I'm trying to do: combine my logo with a personal message. You know how to work paintbrush? Wait, first,
- [covers computer screen]
- Dale Gribble: I need you to swear that what you see here goes no further, given your history of blabbing about every top secret thing that comes your way.
- Kahn: [frustrated] I can't help you. I can't help any of you stupid people! "How does this machine work, Mr. Kahn?" "How do I print?" "How do I save?" It's Control-S, you morons, it's always Control-S!
- Kahn's Boss: Alright, that's three strikes, Kahn; you're fired.
- Kahn: Three? That's only two.
- Kahn's Boss: I heard what you said to Mr. Mangione.
- [Kahn sighs and hangs his head in shame]
- Dale Gribble: Kahn, I love this ceramic panda marine radio. How much?
- Kahn: It too much for you.
- Dale Gribble: No price is too high, just name it.
- Kahn: 700 dollars.
- Dale Gribble: Sold.
- Kahn: I mean 800.
- Dale Gribble: Sold!
- Kahn: [grabs it from Dale] No, I take this off market. Delicate equipment, not for redneck.