- Cornfed: Duckman, daddy-o, you have ears but cannot hear... actually, you don't have ears.
- Duckman: He's coming back on.
- Cornfed: Wait, this is really creepy. How do you hear? What holds your glasses on?
- Duckman: Never mind about the ears!
- Cornfed: Really, I've never seen that before. Hey guys, you ever see anyone without ears before?
- Bernice: [standing in a line outside the poetry club, where some guys in limos cut in front of them] Hey! We were here first!
- Bouncer: Maybe next show, when you've cleared the fog from your consciousness.
- Bernice: I'll tell you what's "fogging my consciousness": I have been cooling my fogging heels for two fogging hours looking at your stupid fogging face and soaking up your snobby fogging attitude. Now if you don't find us a fogging place to sit, I am going to rip out your fogging spleen and shove it down your fogging throat! So move your fogging butt in there and fogging get us a fogging table right fogging NOW!
- Bouncer: [nervously] Uh, this way, please.