Toby Tyler: Do you swap back the ones that are bad? Harry Tupper: Bad? I don't vend bad peanuts boy. Maybe a little underbred timewarn perhaps, but not really bad. Toby Tyler: Tastes bad. Toby Tyler: My names not sonny, it's Toby Tyler Harry Tupper: You my boy could be... a concessionare. Toby Tyler: I could? Toby Tyler: Mr. Stubbs, have you see my shoes? Good Night, I left them over at the lemonade stand.