Big Giant Head: Would you lean a little closer? Your breath smells of chili fries.
Dick: Come on, Don, can't you just give Stone a little break? It's kind of important to me.
Don: That's a no-can-do, Dick. The law's the law, and it bends for no man.
Sally: Please, Don. For old time's sake? It sure would mean a whole bunch to me.
Don: Sally... Okay. But tell him to stop whizzing in front of the lady folk.
Sally: Okay.
Don: It's my pet peeve.