Bob: [runs up] Hey, Johnny. Keepin' busy, or, uh, hardly workin'?
Johnny: Well, first of all, Bob, that's not the expression.

Bob: So I was thinking, and uh, I'm not married to it, but, uh, "Bob's Bagels."
Roland: Johnny, I think you have something you'd like to say to Bob.
Bob: You don't wanna use the name Bob? Oh, I get it, go with something a little more old testament?

Bob: I got a great spot for a chair right there. Uh, you just have to move these tires. Um, filing those papers'll give you some extra space.
Johnny: Yeah, Bob, I'm not working for you, I'm not filing papers.
Bob: No, I'm just saying, if you need to get a chair in here, you know, you might have to move some things. Maybe, you know, sell some old car parts.
Johnny: Yeah, I didn't come here looking for a job. Okay? I wanted a space to work, and frankly I don't think this is it.
Bob: Okay, well uh, I'm not saying you have to make a decision right now. Just maybe clean it up, and give it a think.
Johnny: How about I give it a think without cleaning it up!
Bob: Suit yourself. As long as it gets cleaned up at some point.

Bob: All right, Johnny, uh, I guess just let me know when you've finished cleaning up, and, uh, I'll find something else for you to do.
Johnny: Bob, I don't work for you, I'm just setting up an office.
Bob: No, I know, it's your space. And, uh, just so you know, garage opens at eight, but if you're here a few minutes before that, even better.

Johnny: All right, you know what, I hate to break up this party, but this is my office, and I do have a lot of work to do, so up, Roland.
Roland: Your office? Uh, well that's kind of interesting, Johnny, because I don't remember seeing your application for a new business license.
Bob: Oh jeez! To be a fly on the wall for this conversation!
Johnny: Bob, you're in the room.

Johnny: Bob, in case I wanna mention this in my remarks, how-how did Carl go?
Bob: Well, it was a bit of a freak accident, really. Apparently, he was trying to unhook his belt from the ceiling fan and apparently it It got knotted around his neck.
Johnny: What?
Bob: Yeah, you know, you'd think the whole thing would've come down, you know, keeping a fan and a body spinning up there for two days. But, uh, Carl found the studs on that one.
Johnny: Oh, yeah.
Bob: That's craftsmanship.
Johnny: Oh, yeah.
Bob: But that, uh, that was Carl.

Johnny: And once again, my apologies.
Moira: And I'm sorry, I don't know how to make a bed.
Johnny: And I may have damaged your corkscrew, Bob.
Bob: You broke it in half.
Johnny: Okay, the door, it won't open. The door won't open.
Bob: It's locked.
Johnny: Oh, it's locked.
Moira: What do you want from us?
Bob: Yes, it's it's locked to prevent strangers from coming into the cabin. See, uh, we didn't realize that, uh, strangers would already be in the cabin when we locked it.

Bob: [runs up] Hey, Johnny. I just went out and got me a muffin.
Johnny: Bob, a customer was just in here, and he was saying he had a problem with a muffler.
Bob: Oh yeah? What, uh, what'd it end up being?
Johnny: Well, I don't know, I didn't go out and look.
Bob: Oh?
Johnny: I'm not a mechanic!
Bob: Well, I don't expect you to know everything, but you know, if a client of yours came in here, I'd certainly talk to them.
Johnny: Well, I hope you wouldn't.
Bob: Well, not that I have to worry, I know you're a little low on clients.
Johnny: That's because I'm building a business, Bob. And right now I'm in strategy mode, looking for opportunities, and eventually I will implement a plan.
Bob: Well, if you feel like, uh, you might like to implement a muffler, be my guest. Because I can't afford to lose any customers right now, Johnny. Especially, ah, when I'm giving away free office space.

Bob: Oh, poor Dick. He loved that car. It was a gift from the church. He and his family hit on some hard times, and uh-
Johnny: Yeah, you know what, Bob? I'll tell 'ya, I will call Mr. Stinson, and apologize.
Bob: Well, you can apologize to Mr. Stinson until the cows come home, but I don't see how that is gonna help Dick Sinson!
Johnny: I'll fix it, Bob!
Bob: Here's hopin'.
Johnny: Ridiculous name! Sin- Sinson. Sinson! Dick Sin- Sinson!

Moira: Might I share with you an anecdote about my director...?
Stevie: A man with amnesia!
Moira: Yes! Well, he may have a story or two about that from his later years.
Stevie: No, sorry, I mean, the game. It- He's a man with amnesia!
Bob: Yes! Oh, I'm so glad somebody figured it out! Oh, I actually forgot what I was supposed to do up here!