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Howard: Whoa, 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. 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.
Jeff: Listen, listen...
Howard: You... told who to be down at noon?
Dick: Frankâ 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, expedite matters to the airport, man, you might 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: It means 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 a orange juice.
Dick: Never happen, man.
Jeff: Hey, get it on tape that Barber is a doofus, man.