Bernice: And why is Benjamin Franklin taking my stove apart?
Benjamin Franklin: The jig is up. Run, waste basket, run!
Courtney Thorne-Smith: I think your friend is waving at you.
Duckman: Friend? Nope, nope. I'm here alone.
Courtney Thorne-Smith: He's not a friend of yours?
Duckman: Nope. Never met the gentlemen.
Cornfed: I need you to cover for me. I have to go to the bathroom.
Courtney Thorne-Smith: He sure seems like a friend of yours.
Duckman: If we were friends, would I shriek at him in a piercing, deranged voice? (to Cornfed) Go away! Go away! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Just go!