Bugs: For pete’s sake, Bean, it’s 3:09 Monday morning. Have you lost what little was left of your mind?
Bean: Bugs, you have no heart at all. Aren’t you excited?
Bugs: Please. [exits room, with dignity]
[thinks] What else can I say? I must say something more.
Fang: Put your hands where I can see them and step away from the computer. You know what I can, and believe me I will, do to this computer cord. There will be no damage to person or property, if you will just close the computer. Do it. Do it now. Do it quietly. No. Don’t say goodbye. Don’t say another thing. The computer. Close it. Don’t make me stop this car. [lowers head]