Public Defender Christine Sullivan: There's got to be a way to get your job back.
Harry Stone: Like What? Like it turns out I'm on Dallas and I've been dreaming all of this?
Dan Fielding: I guess there aren't too many guys stupid enough to pay $900 for a Snickers bar, huh?
[He laughs, then turns and sees Bull, arrested in the motion of biting into a Snickers bar]
Dan Fielding: He's gonna play show-and-tell with my vital organs, isn't he?
Roz Russell: Kind of a hollow feeling, huh?
Harry Stone: [Dan is suddenly being nice to Christine] Mac, do you notice a change in the suck-up wind?
Mac Robinson: 'Bout ripped my eyebrows off, sir.
Mac Robinson: I cannot believe this is Harry's last day on the job. It won't be the same without him. No more whoopee-cushions in the jury box...
Baliff Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon: No more courtroom hoot n' nannying...
Roz Russell: No more Jane Pauley look-alike contests... I never did get my trophy.
Mac Robinson: Oh, poor Harry. This whole thing must have him really depressed.
Harry Stone: Gangway!
[Harry streaks out of the cafeteria kitchen on roller skates, wearing a jet pack made from a fire extinguisher. He speeds out of the cafeteria - CRASH! Everyone gets up]
Bob Wheeler: Don't worry! Don't worry, he's all right. The girl scouts broke his fall.