Hedley Lamarr: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. Taggart: God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.
Taggart: Break's over, boys. Don't just lay there gettin' a suntan, ain't gonna do you no good anyhow. Now take this shovel and put it to some good use. [Bart grabs a shovel and advances on Taggart from behind] Charlie: Don't do it, Bart. Bart: Uh-uh, baby, I have to. Taggart: [to Lyle] Now send a wire to the main office and tell them that I said [Bart whacks him] Taggart: OW. Lyle: Send wire, main office, tell them I said ow, gotcha.