Harry: Can I help you?
Randy: Huh?
Harry: Can I help you?
Randy: Yeah. I'm lookin' for a scrawny little runt.
Harry: Oh. Well, there are a few of those around here.
Randy: Well, this guy better look out. Oh, yeah! 'Cause I'm a bad, bad apple and I'm rotten to the core.
Harry: Noted.
Randy: You note it good, baby, 'cause Randy doesn't like it when people get in his way. I'm gonna find this guy. Oh, yeah! And when I do, I'm gonna put a hurt on him and leave this note.
Harry: "Dear Vicki, I came to reclaim you. Oh, yeah!" "I also intend to kidnap Harry." You know, I don't really feel comfortable reading other people's mail.
Randy: [chuckles] I think you're Harry.
Harry: Well, I think you're Harry.