Harry: I'm telling you, there is no schedule P!
Tommy: There has to be, damn it!
Dick: I don't understand this! I'm a superior being. I can calculate the decaying orbit of a dying moon to within 1/10 of an inch. Why can't I calculate the subtotal of line 59-A? Why can't I find line 59-A? Where the hell is line 59-A?!
Sally: Calm down, Dick.
Dick: I can't take this anymore! [rips form] I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! Oh, here it is. Everybody just settle down.