Let's get outta here but I'm going first buddy!

Howard Langston:

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] Howard Langston:
And what's that? Myron Larabee:
This Mr Track Star, is a homemade explosive device! Howard Langston:
[in disbelief]
A bomb? DJ:
[gasps]
Good lordy Myron Larabee:
Yes in layman terms a bomb! So Back up! Howard Langston:
You built A bomb? 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?" Howard Langston:
Yeah. Myron Larabee:
I am not your buddy! I tried to be your teammate! I wanted to be your friend! But no. You had other plans for Myron Larabee! Howard Langston:
No, I had no plans. 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! Howard Langston:
Shut up! 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] Howard Langston:
Hit the deck! DJ:
Oh. Myron Larabee:
[the package is really a musical box]
look I'm sorry, I've been under pressure since this ZIp+4 thing Howard Langston:
You twisted... Myron Larabee:
Don't hit me! I got sickle cell! Don't hit me! DJ:
Excuse me. Gentleman. Are you two under the impression that I have a Turbo Man doll here in the studio. Howard Langston:
Yes. 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 eventually. You see what we have here-- Ha! Oh! Is a gift certificate. Howard Langston, Myron Larabee:
A gift certificate? DJ:
Right. As soon as they get some dolls in the store. [Police sirens are heard outside] Howard Langston:
Did you call the cops? DJ:
Well... kinda. Myron Larabee:
Let's get outta here but I'm going first buddy!