Andy Travis: [to Doug, who he just fired for payola, including accepting cocaine] I want you out of here, not in five minutes, I want you out of here right now.
Doug Winner: [turning to Mr. Carlson] Mr. Carlson...
Arthur Carlson: [gently but firmly] I think you'd better go, son.
Doug Winner: [turning to leave] Okay. Sure. Sure. Hey, you know something? You guys are nothing but a bunch of small-timers anyway!
Andy Travis: [knocking the doorknob out of Doug's hand, forcing the door closed, then holding his hand out] Where's the coke?
Doug Winner: I don't know. I guess Carlson puts it on his feet.
Arthur Carlson: [Doug leaves and Andy turns to Mr. Carlson, who is stunned and begins beating the foot he put the powder on on the floor frantically] Good heavens! I've lost all the feeling in my left foot!
Andy Travis: No, you're gonna be all right.
Arthur Carlson: For the love of Pete, Andy, I'm hooked!
Andy Travis: No, you're gonna be fine!
Arthur Carlson: [beating frantically on his foot with his shoe] I've got a monkey on my foot!