- Dale Gribble: If you want, I can show you how to make a bomb from a roll of toilet paper and a stick of dynamite.
- Hank Hill: I can't do it alone, Peggy. General Stores are Ma *and* Pa. If you're not there, people are gonna make assumptions, like: "Did Pa kill Ma?" They aren't gonna want to buy batteries from me if they think you're back in the freezer hanging from a meat hook.
- Joe Jack: We quit.
- [He and the other Strickland employees leave the office]
- Lloyd Vickers: Fine, quit! I've got a whole alumni newsletter of friends I can call on! They'll drive those trucks just for the life experience!
- Joe Jack: [laughs derisively] And I suppose your friends are HazMat certified too.
- [He leaves]
- Lloyd Vickers: [genuinely confused] HazMat?
- [At the hospital, a furious Strickland is giving Vickers hell over the phone all while in a wheelchair being pushed by an orderly]
- Buck Strickland: 'Hazardous Material'! Vickers, you moron! You need a special license to drive a propane truck!
- Lloyd Vickers: It's alright sir, I can get to yes, I'll hire a new batch of drivers right away.
- Buck Strickland: You listen to me, got-dang it! It's the got-dang height of the season! There's no drivers from here to got-dang city! You're fired!
- [He hangs up the phone and puts a coin in a donation box managed by some nuns]
- Buck Strickland: Here you go.