Albert Henderson: Mr. Ryan

Big Top Pee-wee

Mr. Ryan

Pee-wee: [shouts impatiently] All I wanted was a measly sandwich! I very nicely explained that I was starving. I'm starving! PLEASE!
Mr. Ryan: [defeatedly] Sorry, ladies. I guess you'll just have to wait. You remember, no one is as important in this community as Pee-wee Herman. All you other shoppers will just have to play second fiddle to Pee-wee. I guess that's just the way things are around here. My whole purpose in life is to serve Pee-wee Herman. And everything else comes second!
[finishes Pee-wee's sandwich]
Mr. Ryan: There's your sandwich. Is there anything else I can do for you, Pee-wee?
Pee-wee: Well, I would like a pickle if it's not too much trouble.
Mr. Ryan: No! No trouble at all, Pee-wee. Sorry, Otis. Sorry, Deke.
[opens a barrel, knocking over Otis and Deke's chess board; extracts a pickle and hands it to Pee-wee]
Mr. Ryan: Game's over. Pee-wee Herman wants a pickle. Here. Here's your darned pickle. Are you happy now?
Pee-wee: Mmm-hmm.

Mr. Ryan: [Sees Pee-wee reading a magazine in his store] I hope you're planning to buy that magazine, Pee-wee. This ain't no Library.

Sheriff: All right, listen up, people!
Mr. Ryan: What's up, Sheriff?
Sheriff: I got a call from Porterville there is a big storm heading this way, you folks better go home. Smiley, you start putting up the store.

Mr. Ryan: if ive told u once ive told you 100 times do not run in my store pee wee herman.