Max: Another confused census taker?

Sam: Actually, it was the Commissioner with another idiotic and baffling assignment.

Max: Does it involve wanton destruction?

Sam: We can only hope.

Max: Hey Sam, I think we're being watched...

Sam: Judging by the glaring lack of fan mail, I beg to differ, lil pal!

Sam: Ooh, they're genuine Scrantonese potions of fertility!

Max: Let's take 'em!

Sam: I don't think we should risk being any more fertile than we already are, Max.