Tony, kid, get out of this now, before it blows up in your face.

I am Christopher Peterson, escort extraordinaire, here to escort your lovely daughter to the theater and present her with this complimentary pumpkin.

Now put that thing out and let's go in.

How many records did this Tchaikovsky idiot put out anyway?

Harold, watching you beat the crap out of this kid was just the shot in the arm our relationship needed.

There's no such thing as easy money in this world.

Well, at least it's out of your system now and we can talk about this like two rational human beings.

Well, you know, uh, I'm sorry if I seem just a tad remiss in my duties, but I gotta tell you, your excessive age knocked my ass out of whack there.