Health Inspector 2000 - Get a Life [S02E04]

Forget it.

Conditioner.

Oh, that.

Rush, rush, rush.

I mean, when you think about it, the pungent sting of the early morning air as I slice through it on my appointed routes.

Ralph Nader, look.

Oh, excellent.

You know, Gus, they should have people whose job it is to inspect food.

And if I don't not not don't testify, then I might get so confused that my head'll pop off and fly around the room making rude noises until all the air was out of it.

Well, I'm your humble student with the thirstiest mind this side of the Pecos.

You know, sometimes when the light hits one of those Conair hair dryers just right, they look like a snub-nosed 37 with pearl handle and mahogany trim.

So thank you for the dirty eyes, gents!

It's so sick.

How do you know my name is Mr. Peterson and not Miss?

And sir, I don't have any back pants pockets, which means my eyes would fall on the floor, and that would be a nightmare, because the floor is filthy!

Try taking a hot bath.

Geez, no, now I am scared.

I know now that I must testify before that subcommittee, or else I'll never be able to look cheese in the puss again.

Hey, Rob, no hard feelings, huh?

Sorry, I'm still not scared.

Two for five bucks.

I'll be signaling you real soon.

Now, let's forget all this nastiness and have some wholesome, freshly delivered pizza.

Oh, geez, I'm so sorry.

Those people should be called food, uh, inspectors.