- Les Nessman: [excitedly about his missing typewriter] Johnny, my space has been violated.
- Dr. Johnny Fever: Congratulations. It's about time.
- Herb Tarlek: [about Les' innuendo that Johnny or Venus may have robbed the office] Come on, Les. Johnny's no thief. He's a bum! Venus wouldn't do it because he'd be the first person we'd suspect.
- Herb Tarlek: [on a roll] Six kinds of meats, seven kinds of cheeses, and little tiny olives placed in the shape of the station call letters. Unlimited champagne, not too expensive. A bartender, and, for class, a coat-check girl in a very short skirt. Come on, tell the truth, is that the perfect party, or what?
- Arthur Carlson: Yeah.
- [laughs]
- Arthur Carlson: Who was there?
- Herb Tarlek: Was? No, no, no, no. This is what I'm planning for us this Friday night.
- Stella: [voice emanating from Mr. Carlson's office] What's going on out there?
- Arthur Carlson: Travis, who's in my office?
- Andy Travis: Uh...
- Stella: [office door opens, out she comes, glass of wine in hand] Oh, hi, has the party moved out here?
- Les Nessman: Oh, well, woo, woo, woo!
- Andy Travis: Everybody meet Stella, that's, uh, she's, uh, right there.
- Stella: Ah, well, Andrew was just showing me his office, uh...
- [to Andy:]
- Stella: Hey, do all these people work for you?
- [cowering Andy runs his fingers through his hair]
- Arthur Carlson: Uh, Andy...
- [coughs]
- Arthur Carlson: Mr. Travis, I suggest you have one of your employees get a record on the air, or you may be forced to fire your program director.