Brother From Another Tanning Booth


 * Mark: What the hell am I going to do?


 * Mark: That's more like it.


 * VJ: Anderson, what are you doing here?


 * Anderson: Eh, it didn't work out.


 * Anderson: Problem solved, Mark. I've got the sun bleacher right here.


 * Woody: Anderson!
 * Mark: Whoa, Anderson, that's Woody.


 * Celia: But between you and me.


 * Woody: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?


 * Denise: Well played, Dexler. Looks like you've grew a sock. We could use a man like you on the campaign. Come with me.


 * Bryce: What's gotten into Dexler?
 * VJ: Sounds like he getting into Denise. Am I right?


 * Celia: Oh, my goodness. I'm your number 1 fan.


 * Celia: For a pair circle?


 * Bryce: Dexler, I just want to say. I really respect you.


 * Bryce: Mom? You're dating my Mom?


 * Mark: My latest invention, The Screaming Dexler Organism. Cheers.
 * Debbi: Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes. Oh!
 * Mark: Really? It's that good?
 * Debbi: It's a Dexler Organism. I'm faking it. (Laughs)
 * Al: Al Freen, world bartending association. I'm here about the Screaming Dexler Organism. The drink that's taking the world by stomr.
 * Mark: The Screaming? But, how you'd hear aout that?
 * Al: We're bartenders, son. We hear everything. We want to put your drink in the offical Mixologist's Handbook.
 * Mark: Wow. The O.M.H.


 * Al: Both.


 * Denise: I want a new campaign on my desk tomorrow morning at eight?


 * Guy: So how did the deprogam going?


 * Guy: Concert's back on. Nice work, Sam.


 * Guy: Well, come on, boys.


 * Woody: Hey, what the hell am I become.


 * Woody: What's with the noise?


 * Woody: 7:45. I'm late.
 * Mark: What was that?


 * Woody: That's it. That's the best I can do.


 * Denise: Brilliant, Dexler. Thought you deserve a reward.


 * Denise: I got a new campgain.


 * Bryce: I think he really likes him.


 * Celia: Oh, yeah. Al Freen from the world bartending association already wants Woody's new drinking in the almond ad.


 * Woody: This is gone too far. Anderson, you've gotta help me get my life back.


 * Woody: Wow. That was fast.


 * Woody: That's it. Look, he's serving out alcahol to miners.
 * Al: What!? You sir, are a disgrace to you slug rag.


 * Vince: Okay, I got two complaigns.


 * Woody: He did it.


 * Vince: What the? Eh?