"What do you got there, Bob?"
"Don't tell me we showed up on the list."
"We beat the networks. This is unbelievable. Look at these notes. We got three shows in the top 5. 'Stanley Spadowski's Clubhouse' went through the roof. Do you know what this means? We're finally going to make some real money, George. We are the #1 station in town!"
George & Bob:
"[Screams for excitement]"
"Hey, Kids where do you want to go!"
"To Uncle Nutsey's Clubhouse."
"That's right. I'm your Uncle Nutsey. And boy oh boy. Are we going to have big fun tonight, kids?"
"...But, there is one good thing about broadcasting to a town full of mindless sheep. I always know I have them exactly where I want them. (He displays the palm of his hand). Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
"I can't stand those sniveling maggots! They make me want to puke!"
"(Regarding the citizens) "If you took their combined I.Q. and multiplied it by a hundred, you might have enough intelligence to tie your shoe, if you didn't drool all over yourself first.""
"This community means about as much to me as a festering ball of dog snot! You think I care about the pea-brained yokels of this town?"
"Friends, there comes a time in every man's life when he has to look the potato of injustice right in the eye."
"This is an embarrassment. A disgrace. What do you think R.J. Fletcher Senior would be saying if he were alive today?"
"Help me out of this box, I can't breathe in here. Help, let me out."
"What's your name?"
"Billy What? (Billy spits George)"
"We did it. The station is ours!
[Crowd cheers; Loud exciting music plays; Exploding Fireworks]"
"Wow! Look at that!"
"You can't do that!! We have an agreement, Remember?!? An oral contract!! I'll sue them!!"
"Who do you think I am?"
"I am John Vector of the F.C.C. I know that your station is late for it's license renewal Now, normally this kind of violation would be punishable by a stiff fine, but I've been watching you lately and you've made a big impression on me. Yeah, I'm revoking your license. Effective immediately, you're off the air."
"(Singing) Let me be your hog. Let me be your hog now. I said baby, baby, baby, baby, BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY!"
"Uh-oh. Boppo's been eating - Yappy's Dog Treats!"
"(tripping Noodles Macintosh) Aww, did I do that? Whoopsee!"
"Yeah but... broads don't belong in broadcasting? Is that the king of professional courtesy you teach your news department?"
"Why that's just terrible. I don't know how many times I've told those boys never call chicks broads."
"Gun control is for wimps and commies. Listen, let's get one thing straight... guns don't kill people... I do."
"Sex with furniture...what do you think?"
"Hi. I'm George Newman.; I'm the new station manager."
"Ugh! You know, when I first took this job, they told me that this position would only be temporary, and that eventually, when the time was right, I would be moved up to news which is really my forte. You know how long I've been working here? 2 years! It's kind of hard to get promoted when every other week you have a new boss! This job really sucks!"
"This is my friend, Bob."
"I wanna go home!"
"Shut up, you little weasel!"
"People like that should be put to sleep."
"Look, all I'm trying to say is..."
"Oh, shut up, you pin head! You make me sick!"