Red Green: Edgar, I understand you blew up the old flour mill from off of Port Asbestos.
Edgar Montrose: Yeah, I did, didn't I? Boy, that baby went off like a dry sneeze. A huge mushroom cloud of durum semolina. Talk about presifted.
Red Green: How much would you get paid for a demolition job like that?
Edgar Montrose: Pay? Oh, no, just seeing 300 tons of flour suspended over Possum Lake is all the payment I need. I mean, to flatten that flour mill and not even scratch the gas station right next door.
Red Green: Gas station? No, next to the flour mill is the old railway shed and then the bowling alley and the fountain and then there's the gas station. It's not next door to the flour mill.
Edgar Montrose: It is now.