- Richard Jackson: [Richard rides his bicycle down the streets and almost runs over Donald, carrying grocery bags, and laughs] Donald, I'm sorry! I didn't see you.
- Donald: [sarcastic and angry] Hey, Jackson! There's a plane leaving in the morning for Moscow! Why don't you get on it? Commie bastard! Left-wing freak!
- Richard Jackson: [after the station wagon crashes into the supermarket] Hey, tell me, Tony. How do you like your eggplant?
- Rocco: [Notices lit candles on the front window of the Jackson house] What is this, a funeral? You better not be dead yet, Jackson.
- Rocco: Where's the money you owe us?
- Richard Jackson: I just took care of it. The check's in the mail.
- Richard Jackson: You know, I was thinking, we need to do something more, something big, huh? Something dramatic that'll shake the cocksuckers up, huh? Got any ideas?
- Peggy Jackson: Yeah. How about quitting?
- Richard Jackson: Quitting?
- Peggy Jackson: That's what I said.
- Richard Jackson: What, you want to call it off?
- Peggy Jackson: Richard, you've lost your job. The children have lost all of their friends. We've been burglarized, laughed at.
- Richard Jackson: No one said it was going to be easy.
- Peggy Jackson: But what more are you trying to accomplish? Half of the neighborhood would like to lynch you. The other half would settle just to see you committed.
- Mr. Fanning: Richard, can I make a suggestion? You're sick.
- Richard Jackson: [laughs] It's just a stuffy nose. It was kind of chilly, last night. I tried to start a fire in the fireplace, but the wood was still too wet...
- Mr. Fanning: No, no, no, I don't mean in your nose, I mean in your head. What you've been doing to your life, Rich.
- Richard Jackson: It's my life, Mr. Fanning.
- Mr. Fanning: Well, it's my drug store, damn it!
- [looks around at the concerned customers]
- Mr. Fanning: Look, customers are going across the street for exons. For some strange reason, they don't trust a man who comes to work on a skateboard because his bicycle has a flat tire.
- [Richard walks back to the front counter]
- Mr. Fanning: Get some help, Richard. I'll pay for it. There's a psychiatrist, comes into the other stores. He's a great guy.
- Richard Jackson: I don't need any help. There's nothing wrong with me. I know exactly what I'm doing.
- Mr. Fanning: Okay, Richard, if that's the way you feel. I'm sorry. I really am.
- Richard Jackson: [laughing] Are you apologizing to me or are you firing me?
- Mr. Fanning: Let's put it this way. You owe me a dollar eighty-nine for the nasal inhaler.