— Well, Bob, your employees really stood by you. They pointed out to the board that... Well, you run a tight ship, and actually we'd like you to stay on.
— Girls, thank you for saving my job. The one thing I wanted was to end things on my own terms, and since you're letting me, you can shove it up your ass, Rodney. I'm out of here.
— Well well... Look who has come crawling back, through the desert of shame, to the oasis of hope. Begging for just one sip, of cool Janitor forgiveness. Well... the answer's no.
— Please, Janitor!
— All right, I'm in. Dog gone it, I cannot resist that adorable mug of yours. I'd have to throw a cup of acid on it, to keep it from having power over me.
— Hey... That's a nice jacket, Ted. What is it, wool?
— It's a poly-nylon blend do you really like it?
— No. Bathroom's just put of paper towels.