Weiss: Well, if it isn't Ozzy the Odd-Born?
Oscar: Hello, miss! May I interest you in a corn cob on a plate?
Weiss: I swear, you kids have no idea how to run a business.
Oscar: I promise that these corn cobs are home-grown with no artificial additives.
Weiss: The sight of your unshucked corn cobs disgust me, Owen!
Oscar: Well, if you're not satisfied, might I offer you this free sample of a corn cob on a plate?
Weiss: You're doing this all wrong, Oddworld. Have you considered vodka in a bottle? Without a liquor license, you children have nothing.
Oscar: Um, well, if you're thirsty, might I offer you what's left of my apple juice in my canteen?
Weiss: And where's all the sex? If you want customers, you need to find some attention-seeking school dropouts to stomp apples into cider!
Oscar: (Looks to the side) Penny, find us some apples, stat! (Penny flies off)
Weiss: Do as I say, and I can guarantee that I'll have people sucking corn out of your aunt's birthday wig!
Oscar: ...Um, my aunt's birthday wig is at the cleaner's.
Penny: (Flying over, Dropping apples) What is a birthday wig?
Weiss: And shake things up, Ollie Olllie Oxenfree! Try corn cob in cup, or corn cob in a bowl, or corn cob in a truck, where you learn how to drive safely.
Oscar: Maybe you're right. With enough of an outreach, I could gather enough investors to-
Weiss: Why are you talking to me, you fat, little bastard?! Shouldn't you be out choking on baked beans in your aunt's night-cap?!
Weiss: Corn cob on a sandwich, or corn cob on another corn cob, or corn cob on a tax return! Get your money back!
Oscar: I can see it! I have a vision in my head!
Weiss: Are you still here?! Why aren't you sucking spam sauce off of your aunt's ex-husband?!
Oscar: ...My aunt isn't married.
Weiss: Shouldn't you be sucking photographs out of your aunt's utility belt?!