Duckman - What the hell are YOU starin' at!?!

  Cornfed - I'd dream I fell & hurt my head my head on a fishbowl, hurt
             myself just bad enough to work graveyard shift at a convience
             store.  A group of Hari Krishnas always came in at 4am and
             bought 16 gallons of Mr. Slushi and a package of banana
             flavored Ding Dongs, then the Swedish Bikini Team jumped out
             of a magazine and read Moby Dick to me inside a giant carton
             of cottage cheese.  Why? I'd ask myself, what could it mean?
             Am I mad or is the world just a mystery to complex to
             understand?

  Cornfed - No one else could have created the family you did... I mean
             that in a good way.

  Cornfed - Interesting how the need for substance in an unexamined life
             often times leads to gullibility.

   Duckman - Forget Mother Mirabelle.   This crowd needs father Thorazine.

   Duckman - She's a bigger rip off than those talk to a nympho in prison
             hotlines that double charge you on your phone bill when they
             know you can't do a thing about it cause you can't tell
             anyone you called them in the first place.... So I heard.

   Mother Mirabelle - Make a move & you're dead meat.
   Duckman          - Does wetting myself count as moving?

   Bernice - You spent the last six days watching that video tape where
             she learns what all her vacuum attachments are for.
   Sherry  - You said you erased that!
   Cornfed - Erased, ran off thousands of copies... it's such a fine line.