Harry: Garvin, can I talk to you for a minute?
Garvin: Hargo, have a seat.
Harry: Look, I'm afraid that somewhere along the line, you've got the mistaken impression that I - ha ha ha - am an alien. And I'm not.
Garvin: Of course you're not, kid, but here's the magic. You make me believe.
Harry: Hmm. Well, thanks, but if it's all the same to you, I'd just as soon go home.
Garvin: It would be fun, wouldn't it? Oh, darn the luck. I just remembered, that's a no-can-do. I've got a signed contract, my friend.
Harry: Wait a second. I don't remember signing any contract.
Garvin: Yeah, but your former associate Randy LeFornier did. Yeah...
Harry: Yeah... here's the deal. See, he's not so much my former associate as much as he's my former kidnapper.