Tommy Boy1995

Tommy:
Hey, what's your name?

Helen:
Helen.

Tommy:
That's nice, you look like a Helen. Helen, we're both in sales. Let me tell you why I suck as a sales man. Let's say I go into a guy's office, let's say he's even remotely interested in buying something. Well then I get all excited. I'm like Jojo the idiot circus boy with a pretty new pet. Now the pet is my possible sale. [holds a dinner roll] Oh, my pretty little pet, I love you. And then I stroke it, and I pet it, and I massage it. Hehe, I love it, I love my little naughty pet, you're naughty! And then I take my naughty pet and I go [makes ripping noises as he tears apart the dinner roll] OOOOOOHHH! I killed it! I killed my sale! And that's when I blow it. That's when people like us have gotta forge ahead, Helen. Am I right?

Helen:
God, you're sick. Tell ya what, I'll go turn the fryers back on and throw on some wings for you.

Tommy:
Hey, thanks, Helen. [in a childish voice] Tommy likey. Tommy want wingy!

Richard:
[to Tommy, regarding his street-wise scenario] Did that board to the head knock something loose?

Tommy:
Why?

Richard:
That 180 you just pulled with the waitress. Why can't you sell like that?

Tommy:
I was just havin' fun.