I suppose you realize, Mr. Dietrichson...

A guy that walks into a good looking dame's front parlor and says: "Good afternoon, I sell accident insurance on husbands.

So I let her have it straight between the eyes.

Yes, he had. And I wanted a home. Why not?

You love Kentucky Fried Chicken, right?

Well, you want to know how things went at my job today?

Look, you need to learn how things work on this island.