Sam: Oh, God! Oh, he's making me insane! Oh!
Carla: I'd say that scream makes it official. Woody, who won the pool?
Woody: Well... Oh, Sam, you aren't gonna believe this. The winner of the $200 is our friendly new neighbor, John A. Hill.
Sam: [grunts] [yells] He gets paid $200 to make me insane? No, he can't get away with this. No, this is not fair. I'll tell you something, I'm gonna make him take down that brick wall, brick by brick, with his own little polished fingernails. I need... I need to get back. I need revenge. Ooh, yes, yes. The mat. The stupid mat. I've always hated this mat. This is a mat from hell. [tries to rip it] Never mind. Never mind. Where's my sledgehammer? Yeah, die you stupid duck. [grunting]
Carla: Sammy. You're not making a dent in it.
Sam: Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah? Watch this. [laughs] [pants] Burn, Donald, burn. [laughs] It won't burn. Say, this is a pretty good mat, isn't it? I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take this home for myself. I'm gonna bring back one of those cheap ones, the kind that wear out all the time, and then he'll have to replace it himself every month. I win!