- [Sam eats the green eggs in the car. Guy stares in horror at the green yolk in Sam's mouth]
- Sam: Mmm. Mmm.
- Guy: Ew...
- [He gags in disgust]
- Sam: Mmm... Hey, man, you gotta get in on this! I got enough for both of us!
- Guy: [raising a hand to stop Sam from peddling the dish] No! I will not eat them in a car.
- Sam: Okay. That is an oddly specific stance on the matter.
- [He places the tray on the seat]
- Sam: But I'm gonna keep this edible joy right here for when you change your mind.
- Guy: [yawning] I've got a better plan.
- [He pulls his hat lower, folds his arms and nestles into his seat, drifting off to a refreshing and much-needed sleep]
- Sam: Ah, good thinking, trav buddy. You take a load off and get some shuteye.
- [He starts the car and drives on]
- Sam: You are safe and sound with old Sam behind the wheel.
- Bellhop: We hope you're enjoying your executive suite featuring seventeen rare and priceless vases.
- Guy: Are those, by any chance, insured?
- Bellhop: [laughing] No! They're rare and priceless!
- Bellhop: Anyhoo, as a Quintuple Stainless Member, you are now entitled to a complimentary lullaby! So, if you'll just snuzzle yourself into bed and allow me to tuck you in...
- Guy: If you don't mind...
- [He hurriedly pushes the bellhop away to stop him from seeing the Chickeraffe, who is still causing havoc in his hotel room]
- Guy: ... I sleep better standing up.
- Guy: I'm headed to Meepville to be a Paint Watcher.
- Sam: [idly drumming on the steering wheel] Whoa, watching paint dry? Fun! Fun, fun. Fun, fun, fun.
- Guy: It's not fun. It's a solid, practical, fall-back profession.
- [Sam leans on the steering wheel with a broad, forced smile, trying desperately to look interested in Guy's new career]
- Sam: [feigning interest but instead sounding sarcastic] Uh-huh. Very solid. Not giving up on your dream at all.
- Waitress: [talking to Guy over the phone] Eight-three-five... Are you writing? 8351 North Bluff Gluff. North, not South.
- Guy: [trying to force the Chickeraffe back into the briefcase] Yes. And you're sure that's where he lives? The little guy who ordered the green eggs and ham?
- Waitress: Oh, yes! Sam! That's right! You guys are briefcase buddies!
- Guy: No! We are not briefcase buddies!