The Policeman (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): The party's over, Randy.
Sales Director Randy Lane (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): Over? Where's everybody gone?
The Policeman (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): They've gone to their respective rewards. Now, the party's been over for twenty-five years. Now c'mon, laddie, let's go home.
Sales Director Randy Lane (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): No, no, no, Officer McDermott, this is where it is, right here.
The Policeman (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): This is where what is, Randy?
Sales Director Randy Lane (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): The best years of my life. It may be that you decide to call downtown for the psycho squad, but something... different... has been happening to me. I keep getting beckoned to by ghosts. Every now and then, it's 1945. How do you like them apples? And if you think that sounds nutty, get a load of this. I wish those ghosts would stick around, they're the best friends I got. I feel a lot more comfortable with them than I do with these live, warm, flesh and blood bodies I ride up and down elevators with.
The Policeman (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): Randy, why don't you tell me all about it in the car?
Sales Director Randy Lane (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): Because I want to tell you about it here! Now I rate something more than I got! Where does it say that every morning of a man's life he's got to Indian wrestle with every hot, young contender off the sidewalk who has an itch to go up one rung? McDermott, I've put in my time, you understand that? I've paid my dues! I shouldn't be hustled to death in the daytime and then die of loneliness every night! That's not the dream! That's not what it's about!
The Policeman (segment "They're Tearing Down Tim Riley's Bar"): Okay, Randy, c'mon. I'll drive you home.
