- Motel Manager: [after Everett crashes on the side of a local motel] What did you do to my motel? What did you do?
- Everett: Chill out Gandhi, I ain't bleeding!
- Motel Manager: You drive too wild. What are you crazy?
- Everett: Listen, we came a long way to come down here.
- Motel Manager: Oh you need a room? Okay, how about 25 dollars a week?
- Everett: Well?
- Motel Manager: Tell you what? Make it 10.
- Everett: Do you take credit cards?
- Motel Manager: Oh yes. Mastercard, Visa, we take them all.
- Everett: [pulls out a card] You do take YMCA right?
- Motel Manager: Oh yes! Yes! We take it!
- Kevin: Do you sell hoagies here?
- Hoagie Lady: [chuckles] Hey Artie! Do we sell hoagies?
- Hoagie Man: [from the back] Who wants to know?
- Hoagie Lady: A couple of guys out here want hoagies.
- Hoagie Man: What kind?
- Hoagie Lady: What kind?
- Kevin: What kind do you have?
- Hoagie Lady: He wants to know what kind do we have.
- Hoagie Man: Tell them to read the fucking sign!