Mr. Meyer: Right Off!
The Paperboy: I didn’t ask for a dime.
The Paperboy: I want my two dollars!
Electrician: Now that’s a damn shame, when folks be throwin’ away a perfectly good white boy.
Lane: I’m sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.
Jenny Myer: Fronch dressing. Fronch fries. Fronch bread. And to drink….Peru!