- [first lines]
- Nebbish: [narrating] She used to sit there for hours, watching westerns, waiting for someone to get shot, while I would be doing the dinner dishes. Later, I was allowed to come out, providing I was quiet. It was very boring. I would sit there hour after hour, night after night, staring at the back of her head and thinking of how much I hated her.
- Nebbish: Something strong to kill the bugs on my roses.
- Clerk: How about poison?
- Nebbish: Yeah, how about that!
- [last lines]
- Nurse: Hey, buster, get me a beer, will ya? Let's go! Let's get on the ball, shall we, buddy boy?