Sam and Max: Culture Shock

Bosco:
And remember, we never had this conversation.

Sam:
What conversation?

Bosco:
The conversation we just had.

Max:
No, he was pretending to not know about the conversation.

Bosco:
What conversation?

Peepers:
Violence is not the answer.

Max:
Since when?

Sam:
Well, considering you haven't even committed the crime we're accusing you of, we'll let you off with a warning.

Sam:
Do you have any... weasels on a stick?

Bosco:
Nope.

Sam:
Do you have any two-handed broadswords?

Bosco:
Nope.

Sam:
Do you have any vegetables in the shape of famous naturalists?

Bosco:
Nope.

Sam:
Do you have any candy-pink fatboys?

Bosco:
Nope.

Sam:
Do you have any exiled political dissidents?

Bosco:
Nope.

Sam:
Do you have any weapons of mass destruction?

Bosco:
Who's asking?

Sam:
Do you have any... hmm, I've run out of ideas.

Max:
Well, you could always just start over again.

Sam:
Patience is a sharp razor to swallow, little buddy.

Sam:
Jiminy Christmas Eve in a padlocked sweatbox!

Max:
You know I have the memory of a dried trout.

Max:
If you were planning to bribe us, now would be the appropriate time.