Shad O'Rory:
I'm too big to take the boot from you.

Paul Madvig:
Maybe you're too big to take it lying down, but you'll take it. You are taking it!

Paul Madvig:
I hear Shad's going to open the Four-Leaf Clover again tonight. Slam it down so hard it bounces! Sure. Fine. Goodbye.

Paul Madvig:
Now you know where you stand.

Ned Beaumont:
Silk socks don't go with tweed.

Paul Madvig:
I like the feel.

Ned Beaumont:
Then lay off tweeds.

Jeff:
That's between me and Shad and the lamppost. And you ain't no lamppost!

Mom:
Don't worry, Ed; you and Paul'll enjoy working with an honest man. Once you get used to it.

Jeff:
Excuse us, gents. We gotta go up and play handball. Me and Cuddles.

Jeff:
Well, if it ain't Sock-me-again Beaumont!

Shad O'Rory:
You talk too much with your mouth, Jeff.