Conductor: Help! I've been railroaded!
Conductor: Help! I've lost my choo choo!
Conductor: Come on out, wise guy. Come on out and take your medicine like a dog.
Conductor: Remember wise guy, he who laughs last, snickers best.
(the conductor lands on a burning stove and it starts to burn his pants)
Conductor: Smells like somebody is barbecuing a blue sired suit. (sees he's burning) Oh oh. Yeow!
Conductor: Come on you flea bag!