That’s the Commando 450. I don’t sell that.
Why don’t you pick out something else? On the house.
(never mind–I got mixed up between movies and TV)
There are a lot more rich old ladies out there and Daddy needs a new linear accelerator.
Steven, you don’t get rich if you don’t take chances. When are you going to grow up and become somebody in this business?
Don’t ever ask me about my business.
This is… eating eating. It’s not the same as business eating.
- Pigs, glutton
- Customers!
- How could people eat this much?
- Well, this is not all from one person,
- It’s disgusting. It’s making me sick to my stomach.
His stomach must be made of scrap iron.
To wash and iron everything in the laundry chute?
[Cleaning the lint trap on the laundry room drier] Yech! It’s like cleaning the building’s belly button.
- Laundry services?
- Your poor mother has to touch your underwear.
Oh, la-di-da! Look what I found in my laundry bag. All of Felicity Kendal’s underwear, and it needs a good wash.
I’m not a monster! Wash, turn the ship around.
Count Floyd here. It’s Saturday night, time for another “Monster Chiller Horror Theater!” Owoooooo!
The Loch Ness Monster’s so big no one’s ever lost it.
A monster? I mean, she looks ill, but I think it’s a bit of a leap to say it’s the work of a monster. [monster screams] There’s a monster in there.
Now that we know Ben is going somewhere - he’s leaping his way to get there - we have to treat this like a marathon and not a sprint.
Man… woman… birth… death… infinity.
Me, doctor. You, nurse.