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