The Frogger

There are 200 people who work in this office. Every day is somebody's special day.

It's his birthday and it's his last day? / This is other Walter from returns.

I had to take a sick day, I'm so sick of these people.

Hey, speaking of tomato sauce, wanna come with me to Mario's Pizza?

Step back, son, there's nothing to see here.

You sure have a lot of friends. How come I never see any of them? / They wanna know why they never see you.

Oh, no, no, I had to fish around in the evidence room for it.

It's just some guy, he's been running around Riverside Park, you know...cutting people's heads off.

What are the other titles? / Heads-o. The De-Nogginizer.

Son of Dad. / Yeah, that was my suggestion. It's sort of a catch-all.

Remember us? / No. / We used to come in every day. / So where you been? We're tanking here.

Oh, thanks. That'll save us. / All right, make it the large sodas.

Eat the fly. Eat it! / Thanks a lot. Beat it, punk.

Perfect combination of Mountain Dew and mozzarella. Just the right amount of grease on the joystick.

I think I remember why we stopped coming here.

So why do I keep smelling it?

Get well, get well soon We wish you to get well... / Stop it! That's not even a song.

I mean, now we're celebrating a sick day?

Trying to fill the void in your life with flour and sugar and egg and vanilla? I mean, we are all unhappy. Do we have to be fat too?

Not you, Becky. I know you have a slow metabolism.

End underwater. / Be that long. / So much more violent. / Not as long.

Get going. / Eight tomorrow? / What you were thinking.

Once you unplug the machine, all the scores will be erased.

Why must there always be a problem? You'd think just once, I could get a break. God knows I earned it with that score.

There's a lot of people walking around that look like me. / Not as many as there used to be.

I'm never gonna have a child. If I lose this Frogger high score...that's it for me.

Slippery Pete? / I don't care for the name, either. In fact, that's one of the things that we argue about.

She's a sentence finisher. It's like dating Mad Libs.

Maybe I'll go raid Peterman's fridge. He's always got a truffle or something in there.

It's a cakewalk.

Oh, what a stirring little anthem of wellness.

Poor old Walt has a polyp in the duodenum. It's benign but, oh, still a bastard.

A slice of cake from the wedding of King Edward VIII to Wallis Simpson, circa 1937. The price? Twenty-nine thousand dollars.

She lives right off Riverside Park. I was scared of the Lopper, so I let her stay over.

Guess what I ate? / An ostrich burger? / No. A $29,000 piece of cake.

It was the most romantic thing I've ever eaten. / How did it taste? / A little stale.

Well, they say ostrich has less fat, but you eat more of it.

Pennsylvania Dutch country? No, that's the serious-relationship weekend place.

I'm not going over there. That's where the Lopper is. / It's daylight. It won't take you that long. / Just make a clean break.

No point in wasting 1200 bucks.

Oh, commander, isn't the wedding marvellous? The cake? Oh, I shouldn't. I mustn't. Ah, what the hell.

Slippery Pete. Kramer tells me you are one hell of a rogue electrician.

I don't know if I'm the best. / You're very good. / Let's say good. / Okay, good.

That was my mail-order bride. You weren't home, so I signed for her. / It doesn't give you the right to make out with her.

We're stealing this thing, right? / No, I paid for it. / I thought we were stealing it. / Feels like we're stealing it.

Can I at least steal a battery? / Fine, steal the battery.

That's where the electricity comes out of. / Oh, you mean the holes?

They put the Frogger with the toilet?

Something pre-war would be just great.

No, they're not really in the supermarket. They got their own case at the end of the aisle.

Well, I'm sorry if I ruined your life. That's exactly what I set out to do.

Boy, did your mother do a number on you.

We've been breaking up for 10 hours?

Lopper. / We should give this a little more time. See how it looks in the light of day.

A long, long weekend. / I hear thee.

Back to the wedding of one of the most dashing and romantic Nazi sympathisers of the entire British royal family.

I'd say about 219. / Two hundred and nineteen thousand dollars. / No. $2.19. It's an Entenmann's.

Do they have a castle in Windsor? / No, they have a display case at the end of the aisle.

You idiots. You're gonna wear down the battery.

I need holes. / The pharmacy's still open.

This reminds me of something. / I can do this. / By yourself?

He looks like a frog. / So do you.

Game over.

But it also caught this.

Do you know what happens to a butter-based frosting after six decades in a poorly-ventilated English basement?

I have a feeling what you are about to go through is punishment enough. Dismissed.