- Cleo: I wonder where Hector, Wordsworth and Mungo went.
- Riff Raff: Beats me. Oh well, at least for a little while they won't be under foot.
- Hector: You're stepping on my face!
- [Hector, Wordsworth and Mungo are laying on the ground flattened]
- Cleo: These guys are like chewing gum on the bottom of your shoe.
- Riff Raff: Yeah, I guess we're stuck with them.
- Heathcliff: How many push-ups do I gotta do?
- Hector: Oh, not too many. A thousand.
- Heathcliff: A thousand?
- Hector: Don't worry, none of us can count. Ha ha ha ha.
- Heathcliff: How far do I gotta run?
- Hector: Oh, nothing hard. Ten miles.
- Heathcliff: Ten miles?
- Hector: Don't worry, just run five miles and then come back. Ha ha ha.