Demolition

— So that's when you pulled it.
— Yes.
— And you knew that would stop the train, correct?
— Well, I wasn't positive, but I was hoping.

I never thought I’d be one of those people who carried a briefcase. It always reminds me of carrying a lunchbox to school.

"I put five quarters in your machine and proceeded to push B2, which should have given me peanut M&M's, period. Regrettably, it did not. I found this upsetting, as I was very hungry, and also my wife had died ten minutes earlier."

[in the kitchen with sledgehammers]
Chris: What are we doing again?
Davis: We're taking apart my marriage.
[starts swinging]

— This is Karen Moreno from Champion Vending Company. I'm with customer service.
— Yeah?
— I'm calling in regards to your complaint letters, mister Mitchell. There's been four so far.
— You're with the customer service department?
— Yes, sir. I am the customer service department. It's just me.
— Do you usually make service calls at two in the morning?
— No. Not really. Never.
— I... I apologize for the inconvenience. I was just venting. I didn't expect anybody to read them. Sorry if...
— Your letters made me cry, mister Mitchell. Do you have anyone to talk to?

Nobody wants carousels anymore. They want roller coasters that go upside down and make you puke.

Davis: You are one fucked-up kid.
Chris: You're one fucked-up adult.

A bulldozer. You know you can buy almost anything on eBay. I just hope it comes with a manual.