Osmosis Jones: Picking The Nose


 * Drix: Well, this is a fine mess you've gotten us into.
 * Osmosis Jones: Me? What are you talking about? You've got a lot of nerve.
 * Drix: Oh, don't act so innocent. When I first entered this body,
 * Osmosis Jones: Uh, Drix.
 * Drix: I knew things would be difficult but I never imagined I would have to work...
 * Osmosis Jones: Uh, Drix!
 * Drix: Quiet! I'm not finished!
 * Osmosis Jones: Hey! Look, Drix! Look behind you! We're about to be wiped under a table!
 * Drix: What? Ah! Jones! Jones!
 * Osmosis Jones: Give me your hand!
 * Drix: We're going to die!
 * Uncle Bob: Jeez, Frank, I'm standing right here. Can you... uh... use a tissue or something?
 * Frank: I don't have one.
 * Uncle Bob: Well, use your imagination.
 * Frank: What's that over there? Better?
 * Uncle Bob: Much better.
 * Drix: If it wasn't for you, none of this would have ever happened. Now, if you'll excuse me, I [Drix is coughing] have a nose to dry.