Sam and Max: Moai Better Blues

Sam:
Do you have any... Honey Bunches of Pumice brand cereal?

Bosco:
Yes! It's good, and it's good for you. And it's all for the bunker!

Sam:
Do you have any stim packs and radiation chems?

Bosco:
Sure do! It wouldn't be a good emergency bunker without 'em.

Sam:
Do you have any zombie repellent?

Bosco:
Get out of here. There's no such thing as zombies.

Max:
That's just what they *want* you to think.

Sam:
Do you have any powdered drink mix?

Bosco:
Cases of it. In every flavor you can think of.

Max:
Three-day-old rigatoni stuffed with marshmallow peeps in an orange soda reduction with a hint of cilantro.

Bosco:
Every flavor a *normal* person could think of.

Sam:
Do you have any eyeglass repair kits?

Max:
Not much worse than being stuck in the apocalypse with all the time in the world to read and then have your glasses break.

Bosco:
Y'all think I'm an amateur? This bunker is going to be 100% irony-proof.

Sam:
Do you have any...?

Bosco:
Look, for the last time. It's *all* for the bunker. Give it a rest already!

Sam:
[over a radio] And we're back for "Max and S-Dog in the Morning".

Max:
Let's skip the small talk, Sam, and get straight to the pranks and racial slurs!

Sam:
Next time you hear from him, tell "Grandpa" Stinky we said hello.

Stinky:
[knowingly] Oh, I don't think we'll be hearing from him... ever again.

Max:
Because you sent him on a... "permanent" vacation?

Stinky:
No, because he was a cheapskate and I refuse collect calls! What is it with you guys?