Walten: [coming out of shower, opens door] Tinky? Yh, hey.
Tinky: Hey there. So, uh, it's been 24 hours. Got my money?
Walten: Ah... You know what, just give me till next Friday, I'll have it for you.
Tinky: Oh. Oh, that's funny. I could've sworn I said have it today.
Walten: Yeah, I don't have it, sorry.
Tinky: Oh, well, alright then. [drinks orange juice] Mmm, that's good O.J. [smashes glass on Walten's head]
Walten: Aaargh! Aaarghh!!
Tinky: Yeah, that hurt?
Walten: Aargh!
Tinky: That hurt?
Walten: What the hell?! [continues yelling]
Tinky: Yeah, that don't feel so good, does it? No, huh? [punches Walten] Yeah, that's what happens, man!
Walten: Oh, my God!
Tinky: Yeah, that's what happens. [punches Walten again] Where's my money?! You gonna give me my money? Where's my money, man?! [Walten coughs up blood, Tinky gets towel rack, continuously hits him with it] Where's the money, man?! Yeah, you like that?! That feel good?! [holds his head in toilet water, Walten starts screaming more and Tinky takes him out of the toilet] Where's the money, man?! Where's my money?! You got till five o'clock. You hear me?! You got till 5 o'clock!
Walten: You freakin' psychopath!
Tinky : Yeah, clean yourself up.
Ron: What the hell happened to you?
Walten: I uhh...fell down the stairs.
Tinky: Oh, you should be more careful.
Walten: [incognito] Mornin'.
Walten: Good day to you, sir. Wait a minute! What the hell?!
Walten: Oh-h-h-h-- [Tinky pushes down the stairs] Aaargh! Oh-ow-ow-ugh! Ohh... [Tinky hits his head with golf club] Argh!
Tinky: Getting real tired of you duckin' me, man!
Walten: Oh, my God!
Tinky: Yeah, gettin' really tired. Huh?
Walten: Ogh! Arg-argh!
Tinky: Where's my money?! Where's my money?! Yeah, you got money to pay for fake mustaches, huh? Yeah, huh? How much did you pay for that fake moustache?
Walten: $2.99. [Tinky shoots his left knee] Aaargh!! Ow! Oh! Oh..! Listen, you just gotta give me more ti...[Tinky shoots his right knee] Aaargh!
Tinky: Don't make a fool out of me, man. Don't make a fool out of me. I want my money. I want my money, man!
Walten: Listen, Tinky, this is crazy, you're...Oh, my God! [Tinky shoots his flamethrower at him] Aaarrrgghhh! Aaagghh-aghh..! [the flames extinguish itself] All right, let's go the bank.
