Murphy: A thief, huh? This must be all the stuff he took. Jesus! You scared the hell out of me.
Postman: Definitely not what I intended. Still in town, I see.
Murphy: Just haven't found a way out. Yet.
Postman: If I had a nickel for every time I heard that...
Murphy: Yeah? Then what?
Postman: Well, let's just say I could finally put this damn back down, for starters.
Murphy: Man, cut the bullshit. What is this place?
Postman: Can't say I understand the question. This is a busy town. Do you think these letters deliver themselves?
Murphy: Whatever. Can you at least tell me where the radio station is? Someone's been calling in making these dedications to me.
Postman: Oh, sure. That'd be the tall building in the center of town. Big old monster of a clock at the top. Shouldn't be hard to find. By the way, I ran into that lady friend of yours. What in the world did you do to get that young woman so riled up anyway? She was fit to be tied.
Murphy: Tell you the truth, I got no idea.
Postman: Son, in my experience, when someone's that angry it ain't a mistake. It's personal.