Rocko's Modern Life1993

Heffer Wolfe:
[Rocko gives him a letter for Alicia] SAY, this smells like a LOVE letter.

Rocko:
That's none of your business.

Heffer Wolfe:
Rocko and Alicia sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Rocko:
[not amused] Just deliver the letter, Heff.

Heffer Wolfe:
Okay. But I don't think Wallace is gonna take it very well.

Rocko:
Wallace? Who's Wallace?

Heffer Wolfe:
You know, Wallace from Pizza Face Pizza.

Rocko:
[has a flashback of Wallace pounding him]

Rocko:
[getting scared] Oh, *that* Wallace. Maybe you better give me that letter back.

Heffer Wolfe:
No can do, Rock. NO CAN DO. [stands on his mail truck] The Postman's Creed clearly states: That once an item to be mailed, i.e., your letter, leaves the customer's hand, that means you, and said item is placed in a recognized postal receptacle or the hand of a postal distributor, that's me, the letter becomes official property of the US government and is in no way to be interrupted from reaching it's final destination. Unless, of course, there's insufficient postage.

Rocko:
But I didn't have a stamp on it.

Heffer Wolfe:
That's okay. I'll spot you one.

Rocko:
Come on, Heff. You can give the letter back to me.

Heffer Wolfe:
Have you no respect for the law? Tampering with the mail is a federal offense! And I'm not doin' time for nobody. [drives away]

Rocko:
If I don't get that letter back, I'll be doing time under Wallace's fist.