CSI: NY, Season 4

(seeing the gag store)

Flack:
Laughing Larry? You gotta be kidding me. Do you have any idea how much of my childhood was cruelly destroyed by this moron?

Lindsay:
Trust me. I feel your pain.

Stella:
You two wanna enlighten me here?

Flack:
I was into comic books as a kid, right?

Stellla:
Yep.

Flack:
And this guy had a full-page ad in the back of each and every one of 'em selling things like Dribble Glasses, Onion Gum, Hypno-Coins, Whoopee cushions.

Lindsay:
Plastic vomit, rubber dog-doo.

Stellla:
Hmm. Sounds great.

Flack:
Oh, yeah. And it all looked great. And I'd do whatever it took. I would scrimp, I would save, I would mow every last lawn in the neighborhood to get my hands on Sneezing Salts or a hundred-piece Battle Fleet. And then, I go to the mailbox, and right there, before my innocent young eyes, would be disappointment in a cardboard box.

Lindsay:
I once spent my entire summer allowance on this hovercraft that Laughing Larry said would take me and my friends riding on a carpet of thin air. Hovercrap!

Flack:
How about the x-ray specs I bought in middle school to see through a girl's clothes? The only thing I ever saw through those was a nun coming at me with a yardstick.