C.D. Bales: Well, every job has its perfect tool... Eh,
this lock doesn't accept Master Card.
C.D. Bales: Fashionable: You know you could de-emphasize
your nose if you wore something larger... like Wyoming!
C.D. Bales: Polite: Would you mind not bobbing your head;
the orchestra keeps changing the tempo.
Dixie: Want anything? A drink? C.D. Bales: Yeah, but if
I ask for another one, give it to me.
C.D. Bales: I really admire your shoes. Drunk #1: What?
C.D. Bales: I love your shoes. Drunk #1: What do ya mean?
C.D. Bales: And I was just thinking: as much as I really
admire your shoes, and as much as I'd love to have a pair
just like them, I really wouldn't want to be *in* your shoes
at this particular time and place.
Mayor Deebs: I'd rather be with you people than the finest
people in the world!
C.D. Bales: Ten more seconds, and I'm leaving. [Roxanne
opens the door.] Roxanne Kowalski: What did you say? C.D.
Bales: I said "Ten more seconds, and I'm leaving." Roxanne
Kowalski: Oh. C.D. Bales: Wait, what did you think I said?
Roxanne Kowalski: Earn more sessions by sleeving.
C. D. Bales: I, uh, notice you don't have any tattoos. I
think that's a wise choice. I don't think Jackie Onassis
would've gone as far if she'd have had an anchor on her
arm.
Andy: That's our new computer. We can pinpoint any fire
in town with that. It's perfect for us, because, you know,
we're the fire department.
