- Andy McCaine: So what?
- J.D. Harrington: So, you're fired, that's what, now get out!
- Andy McCaine: You can't fire me.
- J.D. Harrington: Oh, I can't, eh? Get out!
- Andy McCaine: There's a little slip of paper, I believe they call it a contract. You know, where two minds meet and one of them gets the worst of it.
- J.D. Harrington: I'll break it, if I have to!
- Andy McCaine: Grant McKenzie doesn't draw that kind of contract.
- J.D. Harrington: All right, drag me through the courts
- Andy McCaine: Okay, sweetheart, I'll be suin' ya!
- [Waves and closes the door behind him]
- Andy McCaine: [Radio Commercial] Seven thirty-one. Time to get the children up, mother and make sure they put on their Play-Proof Stockings.
- Andy McCaine: [Radio Commercial] Quarter to eight. Put down your paper, Dad. Cook's Country Sausage is best when hot.