We really can't offer you more than this.

Cooper: This is-- excuse me--a DAMN fine cup of coffee Bobby: Doc Hayward said you needed familiar stimulants, so we figured, what the hell, kazoos. Cooper: Wanna know why I'm whittling? Truman: OK, I'll bite. Why are you whittling? Cooper: Because that's what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down, not speed up. Cooper: Diane, I'm holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies.