Mr. Wheat: I'm worried about you.
Dexter: I'm worried about you, too. Have you seen yourself lately? The 'fro, the boots and that jacket. You have a nice summer, Shaft.
Ron Timmerman: I wash my balls religiously. I like 'em so clean you can just feel every dimple.
Kevin Franklin: Thank you for sharing that.
Ron: The cleaner the ball, the better the play. Especially when you pull out that wood. The quicker you get it into the hole with the least amount of strokes, the better, right?
Kevin: Are you trying to tell me something?
Ron: Let me wash your balls.
Myron Larabee: I work for the post office so you know I'm not stable! Tell 'em.
Howard Langston: This man is totally insane.
Myron Larabee: Thank you.
Myron Larabee: Ta-ta, Turtleman.
Myron Larabee: As if I didn't have enough trouble, my son sends me out for some goofy-butt toy. Some fruity robot named Turtle Man.
Howard Langston: It's Turbo Man. My son wants one, too.
Myron Larabee: We get one day a year to prove we're not screw-ups and what do we do? We screw it up.
Myron Larabee: How about these stupid letters from kids to Santa at the North Pole: "Dear Santa, Can you send me a bike and a slinky?" No! Your father's been laid off.
