Good Morning, World

DeWolfe:
I ran this station like I ran my ship.

DJs:
AGROUND

Roland B. Hutton Jr.:
Good morning, Lawrence.

Larry Clarke:
Good morning, Roland.

Roland B. Hutton Jr.:
Roland? Show some respect! I run this station like I ran my ship.

Larry Clarke:
Aground.

Roland B. Hutton Jr.:
Well, I feel it's my responsibility to do what I can to help make this a better community.

Larry Clarke:
Have you ever thought of moving out?

Roland B. Hutton Jr.:
Only when *you* moved in!

David Lewis:
Hey, Larr, how come you took a cab to work today?

Larry Clarke:
Well, I drove out to the beach last night with Sandy and the car got stuck.

David Lewis:
You went out with Sandy? You couldn't have. When I got home at nine o'clock she was in the living room talking to Linda.

Larry Clarke:
Oh, *that* Sandy. No, no, the girl I took to the beach was Ethel. When I got home she was Sandy.

David Lewis:
[Unpacking groceries] Pink quail eggs? Why did you buy pink quail eggs?

Linda Lewis:
I like them.

David Lewis:
But nobody likes quail eggs.

Linda Lewis:
Then why do quails lay them?

David Lewis:
To get rid of 'em.