Evil Dick: Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!
Sally: Yes?
Evil Dick: What is the meaning of this? I distinctly asked for reflective duct tape.
Tommy: Oh, about that, see, that was all they had.
Evil Dick: [sighs] Typical. Did you get the custard cups?
Sally: We didn't so much get them as failed to get them, sir.
Evil Dick: Did you try Jenny's Restaurant Supply on fifth street?
Sally: They're not open to the general public.
Evil Dick: Oh. That's right. Can't let just anyone make custard. No, of course not, not on this planet. No, no, that would be too simple. No, we have retail, and we have wholesale. We have pink packets and blue packets, Republicans and Democrats, and the party that crazy midget started. So many choices. How they all love their free will. Everybody has a different point of view. There should be only one point of view... my point of view. Well, I have a message for these humans. The buffet is about to close forever.