Michael Wincott credited as playing...
Kent • Michael • Joe
- Barry: We have a very special guest with us tonight... Kent. Say hello to everybody, Kent.
- Kent: Alright!
- Barry: My sentiments exactly. We've brought Kent on board to get an inside look on the future of America. Kent is the classic American youth: energetic and resourceful, spoiled, perverse, and disturbed. Would you say that's an accurate description, Kent?
- Kent: Yup, sure!
- Barry: Now what do you call that haircut?
- Kent: I don't know... Rock and roll!
- Barry: ...Are you high right now Kent?
- Kent: Am I high?
- Barry: Are you on drugs, or is this your naturally moronic self?
- Barry: [Kent leans over laughing] Watch the drool, you're getting all over the console.
- Barry: I'm listening, Michael. What's up?
- Michael: Yeah, I heard your little advertisement there for the pizza place.
- Barry: Yeah, Jericho's Pizza. I love that pizza. What about it? Don't you like it? You sound like you'd love it. I enjoy Jericho's Pizza.
- Michael: What I wanted to say to you tonight, Mr. Champlain, was... I have an interest in this place, or at least, some friends of mine...
- Barry: Just use one-syllables, Billy, if it's really difficult. Oh, Michael.
- Michael: Hey, smart guy.
- Barry: Just use one-syllable...
- Michael: Smart guy? Smart guy?
- Barry: We're being- Oh, Smart guy. Smart guy. We got somebody with a little lip on us tonight.
- Michael: Hey!
- Barry: Hey. Hey. Hey. Don't call me "Hey." My name isn't Hey, ok?
- Michael: This is not a conversation. This is a monologue. I talk, you listen. Understand me? Understand me?
- Barry: Oh, yeah, we're listening. Go ahead.
- Michael: I don't want you makin' any more comments about the place, the pizza joint.
- Barry: Do you have relatives that run the place?
- Michael: People gotta make money on this.
- Barry: Uncle Vinnie or someone?
- Michael: There are people...
- Barry: You know what I think, Michael? You're a meatball.
- Kent: YOU DON'T GET IT, WIMP? HERE'S WHAT YOU GET! YOU GET $1.59 AND YOU GO DOWN TO THE DRUG STORE! BUY YOURSELF A PACK OF RAZOR BLADES AND SLASH YOUR FUCKING WRISTS, PINHEAD!