- Drew Pickles: Mmm, what would you say to a little bet? I mean, just to make things interesting. Say, five bucks a hole?
- Stu Pickles: [loudly] Shame on you, Drew! Betting is a bad, bad thing!
- [quietly]
- Stu Pickles: Make it ten!
- Angelica: [crying] I want my ice cream!
- Stu Pickles: We didn't really pay enough attention to the kids today.
- Drew Pickles: You're right, Stu. We got a couple of free games. Maybe we could let the kids play. It won't take long.
- Earl: [groveling] Oh, please, no! Anything but that! I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING!
- Stu Pickles: We better find an ice cream parlor quick before these kids start a riot.
- Drew Pickles: Used to be one on every corner, but not now.
- Stu Pickles: Back then, ice cream was ice cream, not this crazy "frozen yogurt gelato rice" stuff.
- Drew Pickles: And they had real flavors, too, like chocolate, vanilla, strawberry; not this "meatloaf chunk" or "avocado swirl".
- Earl Skaggs: Gentlemen, do you think we might move it along a little bit? There *are* other people who want to play.
- Drew Pickles: [gets right up in Earl's face] *You* stay out of this, OK? I've had it up to *here* with you trying to hurry us along! We're paying customers!
- [walks back to Stu]
- Drew Pickles: [spitefully] You first, little brother.
- Stu Pickles: No, *you* first.
- Drew Pickles: [impatiently] I said, *you* first! What do you want? *A written invitation*?
- Earl Skaggs: Come on, fellas! You guys are practically pros! Why don't you both just hit your balls at the same time?
- [Stu and Drew look to each other and shrug]
- Drew Pickles: This is it. Last hole, all tied up.
- Stu Pickles: It wouldn't *be* all tied up if you were keeping score right!
- Drew Pickles: Well, look who's talking, Mr. That-was-just-a-practice-swing!