[pause, everyone looks at Rockhound]:Well, I can't live with that sort of thing.:Hey man, let's draw, and let's see who's gonna stay up here and dance.:I ain't drawin' against you, Harry.
[They draw straws]:Just gimme this thing.
[Lev looks at the straw he has drawn]Is this good, or bad?
[A.J. has drawn the short straw]
[riffles through sheets of paper]Well, there's uh, few things here, uh... nothin' really big, uh, just- Well, as an example, uh, uh, Oscar here, he's got some outstanding parking tickets. Wants them wiped off his record.
[shouting from balcony]Fifty-six tickets in seven states...[to Oscar] I'll-I'll tell 'em Oscar, you got it.
[pause, turns and shakes his head]Um, Bear would like to stay at the...
[tries to read writing]"White horse"?
[looks up at Bear][shouting from balcony] Harry!
[motions back at Rockhound]Yeah one more thing, um... none of them wanna pay taxes again.
[leafing through the Rorschach inkblots]Woman with large breasts... woman with medium breasts...
[after stepping onto the asteroid]This place is like Dr. Seuss's worst nightmare!
[under his breath]Rockhound.[talking over him] Hey, Rock. Knock it off.
[still looking through Rorschach inkblots; to the male psychologist]This one looks like you... *with* breasts.
[Seeing Rockhound and the rest of the gang with all of the women]Who the hell do you think you guys are? You're hoggin' all the action.
[Tosses the biker a 100 dollar bill]Here, you can buy yourself a neck.:Hey, Mr. Clean.
[the Biker grabs Rockhound by the shirt and Max hits the biker over the head with a glass bottle and a fight ensues]