Mr.Hutchins: You two aren't frighting in the least.
Andy: You mean to say you don't know who I am? (whispers) I am the fisherman of death, putrid stench of rotting corpses is all around me.
Danny: It does smell like tuna, actually.
Mr.Hutchins: And what are you supposed to be?
Danny: I'm the devil's house painter. I'll paint your house and do a really...bad job.
Mr.Hutchins: Oh...kids today are just plain lazy.