Morty

(standing) Okay, I'm done. I'll be back in the morning, when he's close to finish with his story.

Peterman

Morty. My stories are what sell these clothes.

Morty

Cheap fabric, and dim lighting. That's how you move merchandise.

Peterman

(winks) Morty, you're out.

Morty

(unconcerned) Ach, I never knew what the hell I was peddling with those stupid cartoons and that paper book, anyway.