Tommy Corn: Ah, here he comes! Albert Markovski: Oh, boy. Tommy Corn: The man-poet who banged France's dark lady of philosophy. The parking lot crusader of truth... who turned his back on his other like a cold-blooded gangsta.
Dawn Campbell: Why don't you like my spots? Marty: Honey, this look is hurting you, and it's hurting Huckabees. Dawn Campbell: This is myself. Marty: Then you won't speak at the benefit as yourself. That is not Huckabees. Dawn Campbell: I am still Huckabees. Marty: Not in that bonnet. Dawn Campbell: It's in my eyes, Marty. It's like that story of the cave. Marty: What in God's name is happening to you? We trusted you. We took care of you. We made you into a national icon. Pulled you out of a mall. Eh, you've been given everything by Huckabees. Dawn Campbell: Fuck-a-bees!