"No more of your funny stuff, Goldberg."

"Now, Goldberg, how often do we's need to explain this to you? The goods you sold us was bum. They're no good. We want our dough back. Do you understand?"

"Like, what was the problem, felwas? Maybe it's just some wittle thing you over wooked. Did you read the operator's manuals? Those things are compwicated, you know?"

"Look, Goldberg, we followed every word in them there Russian manuals you sold us, along with the bum nukes. And the things just didn't work. They're all bad"

"Russian? Oh, yeah, right, Russian. Well, you know, that's a hard wanguage to understand with a wot of intricacies. I tell you what, I have a cousin that's a wizz with Russian. He could transwate those Russian manuals for you, for a mere twenty grand."

"No more of your funny stuff, Goldberg."

"OK, OK, right. No more funny stuff. How about ten grand? But that's as low as I can go."

"Look, Goldberg, we have people that have spoken Russian since they were babies. We don't need your cousin. What we want is that ten million bucks back that you suckered us out of for these bum nukes. Now, make good, or you'll be sorry."

"Look, guys, I don't have the ten million. The brother of the husband of my niece invested it commodities. But, hey, wisten, I have second cousin whose stepdaughter has an uncle who works at Goldman Sachs, and i can get you in on some derivatives. Good stuff. You can't go wrong."

"How would you like to be wearing cement shoes in the Gulf of Hormuz, Goldberg?"

"Ooo, Ooo. I don't think I would wike that at all. Wook, fellas, just tell me one more time, what was wrong, exactwy?"

"OK, Goldberg, one more time: We took three of your nukes you sold us out into the dessert, and tried to set one off. It didn't work. We tried the next two. They didn't work. There all the same. They don't work. Now, we want our ten million back. Or else."

"Wait wait, guys, don't kill me. It wasn't my fault. I sold you good nukes. Honest I did. The finest nukes Russia had. It was my own dear aunt that works in the Kremwin that cued me into them. They were perfectly good nukes."

"Then why won't they work."

"Ah, ah, It's the awiens. Yeah, the space awiens. They did something to the nukes; something to make them not work. I don't know what, but, it's not my fault. Honest, guys, it's not my fault. Don't bwame me."