Al: (talking to God) Thank you. Not even this, huh? What is it? Is Oprah right? Are you a big fat woman?! (falls to his knees) All i wanted was a 45, a stinking 45, the record or the gun! I'll even settle for the damn malt liquor!
Someone at the door: Yoo-hoo! Al: Don't answer that! It's a trap. Jefferson: What kind of trap? Al: You know; they say yoo-hoo, you open the door, they slap two pieces of bread around you and you're never heard from again.
Al: First thing they teach you when you're a rookie salesman is, when you have a fat one in the chair, never look up. I looked up, Peg... I saw underwear...! It said "saturday"! Peg: So what? Al: Today's wednesday!