"....damn freakin' projector.  Broke again and I told the boss it needed fixin'.  That cheap miser said it don't matter 'cause we're only playin' "B" rated movies anyhow, so what diffurence.  Well, he ain't the one who'se gotta listen to that mob downstairs, hollerin' at me and everythin'.  Oh cripes, I'll just tear this part off and staple it together, nobody will know they's missin' anyhow."

"If I wanted spaghetti I woulda gone to a resturant"

"Oh jeez, I can hear 'em millin' around downstairs, hope they don't come up and lynch me or nuthin'.  Lessee now, where does this part go?  Nobody never tells me nuthin' about how this stuff works."