Roy Eberhardt: I knew I couldn't spend the rest of the school year hiding from Beatrice the Bear. I had to take a stand, even if it meant getting decapitated with my own lunch tray.
Chuck Muckle: Mr. Branitt, what does one hundred pancake houses sound like to you?
Curly Branitt: It sounds like an awful lot of pancake houses.
Chuck Muckle: It will be a record! I will be the first regional manager in the history of Mother Paula's to reach one hundred pancake houses. And that is the stuff that food and beverage industry legends are made of! Ah... it is my dream. And you are responsible, Mr. Branitt, for making a tiny piece of that very big dream come true.
Roy Eberhardt: Hey, Dad?
Mr. Eberhardt: Yeah?
Roy Eberhardt: What do you do to catch the bad guys?
Mr. Eberhardt: At work? Well, we don't chase our bad guys down the street. The trick is to catch them in their paperwork. Sooner or later, they all slip up and leave a trail.
Roy Eberhardt: Right.
Mr. Eberhardt: I know it's boring stuff, it's not the razzle-dazzle you were hoping for.
Roy Eberhardt: I don't know. Maybe it is.