Dorothy: Stan, what are you doing here? What happened with the research and development deal?
Stan: Ah, that was just me trying to get some extra cash to tide me through the holidays.
Dorothy: You were gonna cheat us?
Stan: Oh, sure, if you wanna label everything.
Dorothy: Stan, how could you?
Stan: What did you want me to tell you, Dorothy, that I was broke, that I miscalculated the public taste? I thought I was gonna go through the roof with my plastic reindeer poop.
Dorothy: That's what happens when you aim too high.
Stan: And then I figured, with the drought and the danger of fires, the one novelty item that would really take off this season is a little Santa wearing sunglasses, driving a fire engine. So I put every last cent I had into that hunch, and I ordered 12 gross from my supplier in Germany. Everything is getting out of East Berlin except my fire engines.