- Anybody who'd wanna get everybody would wanna get you most of all.
- Yeah, well, you're not gonna get me!
- Oh, me? No, I don't go in for that sort of thing.
Henry, I'm all ribbed out! I have barbecue deficiency! Don't you get the clinical picture? Withdrawal trauma! Take blood, you'll see. Half hemoglobin, half barbecue sauce from Chicago!
- That's insubordination. You do that to me one more time, and I'm entitled to... bite off your left ear. Just food for thought.
- He's not bluffing. He got Van Gogh.
- I had a long little dogie once. It was a dachshund.
- Oh, a little hot dog! What happened to him?
- He got mustered out.
- I RELISH these conversations!
- Anybody who'd wanna get everybody would wanna get you most of all.
- Yeah, well, you're not gonna get me!
- Oh, me? No, I don't go in for that sort of thing.