Dick: What is wrong with this world? You dole out moonshine to a roomful of boozehounds and everybody loves you, while I shape young minds with the elegant laws of physics, and what do I get? Nothing.
Harry: Here's the deal, Dick. Around here, a guy can't even give peach schnapps away. But you put it in a pineapple glass, add a little umbrella, call it a shooter, I can't make 'em fast enough.
Dick: Harry, that's brilliant. You're saying I gotta give physics a little razzle-dazzle, right?
Harry: Okay.
Dick: Of course. This is the nineties. Kids want what's cool. They want the latest, the here and now. They want the Fonz!
Harry: Ayyy! What are you gonna do?
Dick: I'm going to career day!
Harry: All right! You do that! What an idiot.