Dick: My people. Dr. Finkel. Father. Mrs. Cross, you smoke, too?
Mrs. Cross: [deep, raspy voice] It comes as a surprise to many people.
Dick: Look at us. We suck, we blow... a posse of oral fixators. Oh, yeah, we're bad. They can isolate us, but they'll never separate us. Let them outlaw smoking. Then they'll just have to deal with a whole bunch of smokin' outlaws! Who's with me? [silence] All right.