Sally: Oh, I see how this works. You can't compete with us, so you're trying to shut us down.
Harry: Yeah. We come up with a better way of selling pretzels, and you call in the goons.
Sally: The American Dream?
Harry: Not in this mall. Big, fat Mrs. Fetzel's stomping all over the little guy.
Alissa: You stole all our pretzels!
Sally: Ah-ah.
Harry: Woo-woo.
Sally: We sold all your pretzels.