Mr. Fanning:
Richard, can I make a suggestion? You're sick.
Richard Jackson:
[laughs]
It's just a stuffy nose. It was kind of chilly, last night. I tried to start a fire in the fireplace, but the wood was still too wet...
Mr. Fanning:
No, no, no, I don't mean in your nose, I mean in your head. What you've been doing to your life, Rich.
Richard Jackson:
It's my life, Mr. Fanning.
Mr. Fanning:
Well, it's my drug store, damn it!
[looks around at the concerned customers]

Mr. Fanning:
Look, customers are going across the street for exons. For some strange reason, they don't trust a man who comes to work on a skateboard because his bicycle has a flat tire.
[Richard walks back to the front counter]

Mr. Fanning:
Get some help, Richard. I'll pay for it. There's a psychiatrist, comes into the other stores. He's a great guy.
Richard Jackson:
I don't need any help. There's nothing wrong with me. I know exactly what I'm doing.
Mr. Fanning:
Okay, Richard, if that's the way you feel. I'm sorry. I really am.
Richard Jackson:
[laughing]
Are you apologizing to me or are you firing me?
Mr. Fanning:
Let's put it this way. You owe me a dollar eighty-nine for the nasal inhaler.

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The Check is in the Mail... (1986)

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