Mr Carlson: What we have here is a commercial for Soul Suds shampoo, a shampoo that's exclusively marketed to the hip black customer, am I correct?
Herb: Yes, sir.
Mr Carlson: Then why are we looking at a picture of this really idiotic looking white man??
Mr Carlson: How did it happen? Tell us before you die.
Andy: Didn't you pay a professional photographer $150 to take Venus's picture?
Herb: Well, yes and no. Yes, I paid the photographer $150. No, he wasn't a professional.
Mr Carlson: Well, who was he?
Herb: (whispering) Me.
Mr Carlson: And we can't even tell how good the shampoo works on you, Herb, because you've got a hat on!!
Johnny: (to Venus after seeing the poster of Herb) You've got to stop using this stuff right away.
Mr Carlson: Jennifer, do I have an appointment with Les Nessman?
Jennifer: Let me see... Les Nessman, Les... yes, the Metric System, 10:45 to 12:15.
Herb: I have a couple of letters here from some very, very happy supermarket managers, yessir.
Mr Sherman: Even though the posters just went into the markets today.
Herb: Actually, these are telegrams.
Johnny: All right, here's how it works. We go into the supermarket, you dig. You [Bailey] create a ruckus in the produce section. You [Venus] grab the poster, fold it up and put it under your jacket, and we're out the door!
Bailey: What kind of ruckus?
Johnny: I don't know. Something with mangos.
Bailey: (disappointed) I was just getting a mental picture of me and those mangos.
Johnny: (interested) Yeah?
Mr Sherman: Could I feel your face?
Jennifer: Is this some sort of sightless come-on?