Mikey : Do you realize that for being caught in the women's restroom, we're going to dock you a week's pay?
Jefferson D'Arcy : [sarcastically] Well there goes that yacht I was gonna buy.
Mikey : You're already on thin ice, Mr. Ivy League pervert in the bathroom looking up women's skirts. Now I don't want anymore shenanigans out of you. I want you buffin' the next thing that comes out of here.
[Al walks out of the car wash]
Mikey : [a teenager] I'm Mikey. I'm the manager.
Al : Of what? The Mets?
Mikey : I don't take lip from shoe salesmen. Now what do you want? I have a book report due tomorrow.
Al : I want my car. It never came out the other end.
Mikey : Are you sure you brought a car?
Al : No, I drove the wife. Of course I brought a car, you zit farm.