Spalding Smails : I want a hamburger... no, cheeseburger. I want a hot dog. I want a milkshake. I want potato chips. I want... [gets cut off by Judge Smails, who grabs him by the arms and yanks him to their table] Judge Smails : You'll get nothing, and like it!
Judge Smails : You know, you should play with Dr. Beeper and myself. I mean, he's been club champion for three years running and I'm no slouch myself. Ty Webb : Don't sell yourself short Judge, you're a tremendous slouch.
Judge Smails : I've sentenced boys younger than you to the gas chamber. Didn't want to do it. I felt I owed it to them.
Judge Smails : Well? We're waiting!
Judge Smails : Don't you people have homes?
Judge Smails : How about a Fresca?
Judge Smails : Danny, I'm having a party this weekend. [pauses a beat] Judge Smails : How would you like to come over and mow my lawn?
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