- Chris Bradley: Dad, I just don't want to go to work in your baby food factory. And, I don't want to sell vacuum cleaners. I don't want to sell little toy plastic aircraft carriers. I don't wanna... I don't know what I want.
- Mr. Bradley: Chris, I think I understand what you're talking about. A little bit anyway. But these problems are a little bit like going to Howard Johnsons for some ice cream. You can get all kinds of wild, exotic flavors. But somehow, you always wind up with vanilla.
- Chris Bradley: Oh, Jesus Christ, Dad, I could cry!
- Mr. Bradley: You get what I mean? Now one thing, just once in a while...
- Chris Bradley: [interupting] Now hold on, Dad! What about the poor bastard who gets hung up on butter peacan?
- Mr. Bradley: He's disappointed when he can't get it. There's always vanilla, Chris. Always vanilla.
- Chris Bradley: That's what it all comes down to?
- Mr. Bradley: If you get what I mean.
- Mr. Bradley: Chris... why don't you let me send you back to school? I might as well put my money to good use.
- Chris Bradley: No thanks, Dad, I don't want to hold back my education.
- Mr. Bradley: You better come down out of those clouds, boy... or you're not going to be worth the powder to blow you to hell.