Night Court1984

[Cleaver challenges Harry to a battle of pranks, but Harry demurs]

Mac:
Sir, I cannot believe you didn't take the challenge!

Roz Russell:
Where is your pride?

Christine Sullivan:
Rip his guts out and use 'em for garters, sir!

[off their looks]

Christine Sullivan:
Metaphorically speaking, Your Honor.

Harry Stone:
Don't you guys understand? I-I don't want to beat Cleaver. I just want to spend my few remaining years in... peaceful contemplation.

[beeping]

Harry Stone:
What's that?

Roz Russell:
It's coming from Cleaver's briefcase.

[Harry pops open the briefcase and peeks inside... and a spring hand pops out, hitting him in the face with a pie. Harry looks up, and slowly rises to his feet, his face still covered with whipped cream]

Harry Stone:
I'M GONNA *WASTE* THE SUCKER!

[cheering]