Doug [tripping over box]: Pam, we were wondering, eh?, like, just exactly what is wrong with the beer, eh? Is it poison? Could it kill you?
Pam Elsinore: No, no. It's not a poison. It's more like a drug. It can wear off in time, like it did with me, eh?
Doug: Oh, well, we were thinking that since we're employees of the brewery now, eh?, perhaps it would be a good idea for us to take all the contaminated beer back to the brewery, where it can be properly disposed of, eh?
Pam Elsinore: You know how to handle one of those big rigs?
Bob: Geez, it's a ten speed...[Doug thumps him.]
Doug: Yeah, sure, of course. Like, we drive them all the time.
Pam Elsinore: Well take off, eh?
[Bob and Doug run for the truck]
Bob: You're lying, eh?
Doug: It's ok, don't worry. Just trust me.
Bob: You're lying.
Doug: Just come here, I want to talk to you.
Bob: You're just tricking me.
Doug: Come here...
Bob: If you sucker me in...
Doug: [grabs Bob] You take right off!
Bob: I knew you'd sucker me in! You don't know how to drive this thing!
Doug: I do so! It's just a ten speed, that's 5 speed times two!
Bob: We're going to crash! We're going to be in the water again!
Doug: Take off! We are not going to crash, eh? There's no way I'll crash this, this is a beer truck, eh?
