HANK: All right, that's it! I've had it up to here with your shenanigans, Mister. First you go copying my hairstyle and ruin one of my best workshirts. Then you start advertising propane under false pretenses, and not even making any sense! The customers don't get a word you're saying, even Boomhauer of all people can't understand you. And anoth-good lord, is that a charcoal gray background?! Goddangit, Homsar, you know we sell propane! You're making me look like a fool!

HOMSAR: Bwaaaaaah. I just pinched the coffee tank in a strawberry goblet crunch.

HANK: What the-see?! What you're doing here is asinine.

HOMSAR: Don't worry about it, Shelly. The popsicle shark will shank the cookie salad!

HANK: I'm gonna kick your ass!

HOMSAR: The propane pancake has fallen from the turntable!

HANK: What th-AGH! (walks away frustrated)

Hank Hill © Mike Judge
Homsar © The Brothers Chaps