Les: Venus, relinquish your show.
Venus: Cool it, I'm not in the mood, Les.
Les: Andy, if you don't make him relinquish his show, I won't be responsible.
Andy: You're not responsible, Les.
Les: I'm the news director!
(Andy resumes jabbering on about his weekend while Les and Venus wrestle over the microphone)
Les: (grabbing the mike) Flames fill fifth floor of Flim building! Firemen fight fierce conflagration!
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Venus: Goodbye all, it's quittin' time!
Mr Carlson: Venus!
Venus: It's okay, Les is on the air. He's interviewing a fireman. Did you know he's nuts?
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Jennifer: We're stuck here on the eighth floor.
Herb: Tell him there's no hurry.
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Les: Officer Shanks, explain "fire."
Fireman: What?
Les: Exactly why do things burn?
Fireman: What kind of a station is this?
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Herb: (on the elevator) This is a vault. Why couldn't this have been made in a foreign country by people who don't know what they're doing?
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Herb: Jennifer, I don't want to die in this suit.
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Johnny: It's a chance to leap into the jaws of death! What a great way to start a morning!
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Johnny: (as he descends the elevator shaft) Is this the way to Kansas?
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Les: The phones are dead! The phones are dead!
Venus: Not now, Les!
Les: Well, shouldn't we call somebody?
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Johnny: (singing) Soooomewheeeere, over the ninth floor...
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Herb: I know why this is happening. God wants me out of the way and he's burning down a whole building to do it. He's been working on this all my life. The heart trouble - I've had it. Drinking problem - that's me. Real estate? I bought a home in the only neighbourhood in the world where the property values have ever gone down! My best friend is Les. Lucille thinks sex is a reward. (immitating Lucille in a High voice) "C'mon, Herb, mow the law or no num-nums tonight, uh huh, uh huh!"
Jennifer: You know what? We should do something to take our minds off this.
(Herb raises an eyebrow)
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Johnny: (hanging from the fire hose) Tarzan want be free of this place. Mmm! Tarzan find ladder! Tarzan no need silly fire hose!
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Herb: You climbed down that dark, dangerous, dirty hole just to save our miserable necks, huh?
Johnny: No, just to bring you this broom.
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