Lancaster Bowl Manager: Look, I've told you. We don't need nuthin'. We don't even have a novelty machine in the men's room anymore. Roy: And you call yourselves a bowling alley?
Roy: Take that, you freaky piece of *beep* You don't mow another guy's lawn.
Ishmael: Ten frames? Ishmael: That's for Quakers.
Roy: Hey! Listen, you stupid banana head! You don't have to bet. I'll bet for you.