The Jerk1979

[Navin works as a weight guesser in a circus]

Fairgoer:
Hey, honey, let's see how good this guy is. What do I win?

Navin R. Johnson:
[gesturing at the prize display] Uh, anything in this general area right in here. Anything below the stereo and on this side of the Bicentennial glasses. Anything between the ashtrays and the thimbles. Anything in this three inches, right in here, in this area that includes the Chicklets but not the erasers.

Fairgoer:
No sir. Come on, honey. He thought he had himself a rube.

Navin:
Frosty, I'm just no good at this.

Frosty:
Ah, come on, Navin. You're doing fine.

Navin:
No, I've already given away eight pencils, two hula dolls and an ashtray, and I've only taken in fifteen dollars.

Frosty:
Navin, you have taken in fifteen dollars and given away fifty cents worth of crap, which gives us a net profit of fourteen dollars and fifty cents.

Navin:
Ah, it's a profit deal! Heh, takes the pressure off. [barking] Get your weight guessed right here! Only a buck! Actual live weight-guessing! Take your chance and win some crap! Step right up!