Hank Rutherford Hill, you are within one hundred feet of me, and much as I like to scoff at the law, I also like to arbitrarily enforce it. Skedaddle, boy. We got a tunnel to dig under the alley!
What?
Yep. It's gonna go from Dale's house, my house to Boomhauer's house!
A little 3 way friendship tube and you ain't invited!
The only rules are no spitting and no cutting other people's fingers off. You probably wouldn't like them down there, Hank.
Yeah, man, talkin' 'bout no dang ol' psychos allowed, man.
Good God, you're serious?! The alley is city property. As block captain I will come down on you with the full authority of my office. And who the hell are you?
Hank, you know Octavio. He's my gal Friday. Does anything I want. Now you, scoot. 100 feet. Move it.
[This made Hank furious. Hank points at Dale.]
You shut your got-dang mouth or I'll shove that Ditch Witch down your throat and dig a tunnel straight through to sunshine!
Ha ha, that's telling him.
'Felt good, too.
Back off, Hank, or Octavio will mess you up.
Gribble, I don't care if he stays or goes. Where's the money you owe me, esse?
You heard him.
Take the first shot, Cochise. I love two things: building doll house furniture and kicking ass. And I don't see any no houses 'round here. You see any doll houses, Hank?
No, I don't.
(furiously) No you don't, that's right! What are you looking at, sport? Don't you eyeball me! Don't you eyeball a JUNKYARD DOG! [Everyone is looking scared, even Hank] ARF, ARF, ARF! NOW YOU GOT THE DOG BARKING! YOU GOT IT, YOU GOT IT! ARF, ARF!
[in his fit, he appears to choke on his own slobber, then suddenly screams in pain as he grabs his head, then falls right to the ground face first; even Hank is concerned, as he appears to have given himself a fatal stroke]
