Howard Langston
[triumphantly to Myron]
You're too late. I've already got the right answer; I won! Yeah!
Myron Larabee
I don't need the right answer to win! I got this!
[Pulls out a package]
Myron Larabee
This, Mr. Track Star, is a homemade explosive device!
Myron Larabee
Yes, in layman terms, a bomb! So back up!
Myron Larabee
No, I didn't have to build a bomb. Don't you read the news? Hundreds of these things come through the mail every day. I just kept one in case I ever needed it.
[to radio DJ]
Myron Larabee
So give me the doll, or I'm going to blow up everybody in this place!
Howard Langston
Are you out of your mind? Put this thing away! This is not worth it!
Myron Larabee
Well, maybe not to you, but to me it is. So back up! Back up!
Howard Langston
Myron! Come on, old buddy. Give me the package, all right? Come on.
Myron Larabee
Did you call me "buddy?"
Myron Larabee
I am not your buddy! I tried to be your teammate! I wanted to be your friend! But nooooooooo! You had other plans for Myron Larabee!
Myron Larabee
You were no different than the rest of those civilians, those common letter writers who make fun of my knee socks and my safari hat in the summer!
[the radio DJ is stifling his laughter at this]
Myron Larabee
Are you laughing at me?
DJ
Huh? Oh no. Lord no. No, not at all.
Myron Larabee
Mr. Ponytail Man, I know you! I know your kind! You're the kind that puts the trash can in front of the mailbox so I have to get out of my Jeep, don't you?
DJ
No, not true! I recycle!
Myron Larabee
That's right! Shut up! Why do you think the window is there? So I can just put the mail in there! But you act like everything's okay! "Hey Mr. Mailman" like I have no feelings of my own!
[He throws the package]
Myron Larabee
[the package is really a music box]
look I'm sorry, I've been under pressure since this ZIP+4 thing.
Myron Larabee
Don't hit me! I've got sickle cell! Don't hit me!
DJ
Excuse me, gentlemen, Are you two under the impression that I have a Turbo Man doll here in the studio?
Myron Larabee
That's what you said on the radio.
DJ
Oh, no. No, no. No, no, no, no. What I actually said, was whoever *won* would *get* a doll E-VENTUALLY. You see what we have here--ha! Oh! Is a gift certificate.
DJ
Right. As soon as they get some dolls in the stores...
[Police sirens are heard outside]
DJ
[smiling sheepishly]
Yeah, kinda.
Myron Larabee
Let's get outta here, but I'm going FIRST, buddy!