Leslie Knope: We can't bulldoze our entire history. We need to preserve the things that make Pawnee great. Like JJ's Diner. [cheering]
Dennis Feinstein: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop the clock.
Leslie Knope: Oh, speak of the devil. Ladies and gentlemen, the devil, Dennis Feinstein.
Dennis Feinstein: Whoa, hey, now. [crowd booing] Hang on. Now, Leslie, I think everybody's gonna want to hear what I have to say. Thank you. People of Pawnee, I just came down here to tell you how much I appreciate your passion. You've been heard, loud and clear. You convinced me. JJ's can stay.
Leslie Knope: Yeah. [cheering]
Dennis Feinstein: I just have one more thing to say, Pawnee. Psych! Do you think I care about how much you love this stupid diner? I bought it for a song, and I'm gonna sell it for a mint, and you can all just sit there, pulling on your puds. [laughs] Oh, yeah. Give me your boos. I am nourished by your hatred! I should also let you know you're all trespassing on private property. Release the hounds!
Ron Swanson: What hounds?
Dennis Feinstein: "The Hounds" as in FDA-rejected cologne I've been working on that makes everything smell like wet dog. Make it rain! [crowd screaming; laughing] Ooh. I gotta go kill my dad. Let's go.