Ralph Hinkley: Bill, I've got an idea.
Bill Maxwell: Good, put it to me in a letter, I'll try to get back to you by the end of the month.
Bill Maxwell: And so we went to NewFOUNDland to make friends with all the whales and a bunch of little fishies.
Bill Maxwell: You're about as religious as a Las Vegas nightclub owner.
Bill Maxwell: This stinks. I hate this.
Pam Davidson: I wouldn't use that phone, Bill. The hospital may want you for a lobotomy.
Ralph Hinkley: You can't go because... WE'RE the package, Bill! Those little green guys they... they didn't pick us out by accident! We're supposed to do this as long as it takes. How many times have you told that to me?
Pam Davidson: I am disgusted with the both of you.
Ralph Hinkley: Why?
Bill Maxwell: About what?
Pam Davidson: I don't know yet.
Pam Davidson: How about scenario, Bill?
