[O.C. and Stiggs are at Lenora Schwab's wedding and are fooling with the Uzi they gave as a present.] Randall: Hey, whatcha got? Stiggs: Randall, how would you like to have more fun than you've ever had in your life? Randall:
I don't know. I've had a lot of fun. I have Legos, you know.
Oliver Cromwell 'O.C.' Ogilvie: I dunno about this, Stiggs. That goon has a gun! Mark Stiggs: It's OK! He's crazy! Oliver Cromwell 'O.C.' Ogilvie: [talking about the car dealer, Ms. Bunny] It was the last case that gramps had before he retired... she got off with a hung jury. Mark Stiggs: They hung the whole jury? Mark Stiggs: [specifying the Gila Monster car to Ms Bunny] OK, Ms. Bunny! Number 1, we want zero miles to the gallon. Oliver Cromwell 'O.C.' Ogilvie: Right. No MPGs. It has to be a vulgarlay inefficient mode of trasnportation. Mark Stiggs: Loud, real loud. It has to generate a terrifyingly seismic field of noise. If we could combine really loud noise with the ugliness of poverty, we'd have the ideal car. Mark Stiggs: ...making people think that you're poor, so they know you've got nothing to loose if they crash into your car.... Mark Stiggs: Here's a list of places I want this car to be totally unwelcome. Number one: funerals. Number two: affairs of state, you know, real formal ones...ones with...chamber music. Number three: wet golf greens. Number four: the acropolis. Oliver Cromwell 'O.C.' Ogilvie: Ah, yes. Driving this car right in the acropolis should be completely horrifying to every civilized guy on earth. Mark Stiggs: [speaking to Sponson about what wedding gift to buy for Lenore Schwab] She's real frail and introverted, she likes to dance to ballet and play her harp. We thought she'd be happier with a... machine gun.