Dave: "You're bleeped, Rick. Are you bleeping nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place."
Shelley: "Now, wait a minute, Dave."
Dave: "Shut up!"
Dave: "You want to decide who should be delt with how, is that it? I come in the bleeping office today, I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of-- I get the bleep thrown in my face by you, you genuine bleep, because you're top name on the board?"
Ricky: "Is that what I did, Dave? I Humiliated you? Oh my god, I'm sorry."
Dave: "Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world. Everything's bleeping peach fuzz."
Ricky: "And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?"
Dave: "bleep you!"
Ricky: "bleep you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week; How muck you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! 'Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it.' Whoof. You're pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how bleeped-up you are!"
Dave: "Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? And what are you, Ricky, huh, Bishop Sheen? What the bleep are you, Mr. Slick? Who-- What the bleep are you, 'Friend to the working man'? Big deal! bleep you! You got the memory of a bleeping fly! I never liked you, anyway."
Ricky: "What is this, your farewell speach?"
Dave: "I'm going home."
Ricky: "Your farewell to the troops?"
Dave: "I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin."
Ricky: "Have a good trip."
Dave: "Aw, bleep you! bleep the lot of you! bleep you all!"
Ricky: "You were saying?"