- Mac: That's the plan. Got it?
- Blooregard: No. When do we go "Bleagh!" to Young Man Rivers?
- Mac: Bloo, leave him alone. He's just a child.
- Blooregard: But he went "Bleagh!"
- Madame Foster: Don't you do a lick of business with him, Wilt! He borrowed a cup of sugar from me in 1962, and never returned one granulatory ounce!