[Howard:] Oh, that's really great! Botulism on the hoof!
[Dick:] Don't even look at it, Howard, you're over the deadline
[Jeff:] The new fascist ensemble says that you can't have anything to eat, man, 'cause you're over the deadline
[Howard:] What's that mean?
[Dick:] I told you to be down here at noon, man, you're five minutes late, so you can't order, listen, listen . . .
[Howard:] You . . . told [?], man
[Dick:] These guys ordered like ten minutes ago
[Howard:] It's like having Ronald Reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes?
[Dick:] The deal is that, uh . . .
[Howard:] . . . besides sick!
[Dick:] If you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out there
[Howard:] What do you mean, "Woof down some kind of scarf out there"?
[Dick:] Then you can stick your fingers in your nose
[Howard:] I'm hungry, man
[Dick:] Eat a payday candy bar
[Howard:] Listen, how about a little dry cereal? How 'bout an orange juice
[Dick:] Never happened, man
[Jeff:] Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man