[As the Zoltar head opens and closes his mouth, Josh aims the coin ramp at Zoltar, who eats the quarter]
Machine: Zoltar says make your wish.
Josh: I wish I were big.
[Machine produces a card]
Card: Your wish is granted.
Josh has supposedly disappeared. The Baskin residence is covered by squad cars and neighbors have gathered to see the hubbub
Policeman: This is one of the oddest missing child cases. His mother is all hysterical; cannot get a word out of her. No sign of forced entry, no ransom note and the only fingerprints we found all belonged to the Baskin family.
Kid #1: Bet he got sick of his parents and ran away. Wish I could do that.
Kid #2: I will help you pack.
Josh: I want a listing of all amusement arcades and carnivals in the tri-state area.
Clerk: Consumer Affairs, down the hall.
Bureaucrat: Fill this out in triplicate, five dollar processing charge.
Billy: See, no problem.
Bureaucrat: Standard six-week wait with backlog.
Billy and Josh: [in unison] Six weeks??!
Bureaucrat: Could take longer, but hey, you could get lucky.
Outside. Josh is sitting on steps staring into space
Josh: I am going to be 30 years old for the rest of my life.
Billy: Come on Josh, it is only for six weeks. Besides, you may be even older that that! ha ha!
Josh is making application for a job
Josh: Social security number?
Billy fills it out
Josh: What was that?
Billy: My locker combination.
Receptionist: Mr. Baskin?
Billy: Remember, Josh, eye contact!
Receptionist: Your son will have to wait out here.
Josh: Certainly. OK son, you heard the lady. Don't give anyone a hard time.
Billy: Sure thing, "Dad".
Josh and Billy laugh at their private joke to the odd look of the receptionist
MacMillian employee is looking over Josh's job application while pen-clicking
Office worker: It says you have four years of experience in computers, good. But you are missing a couple of numbers on the social security.
Josh: Uh, um, twelve.
Office worker: OK, 1-2. Office worker puts in numbers Where did you go to school?
Josh: Hmmm, it was called George Washington.
Office worker: Oh, G.W! My brother-in-law got his doctorate there. Did you pledge?
Josh: Yes, every morning.
Billy: So you got a job, where you play with all these toys.
Billy: And they're gonna pay you for that?
Paul: Have you tried Mattel?
Paul: Well, how about Coleco?
Susan: Yes, as well as Fisher Price and Worlds of Wonder. None of these places reported ever having a Josh Baskin on their payroll.
Paul: Well, he's got to come from somewhere. The guy just does not come into the executive offices out of the blue.
Susan: Face it Paul, the man comes from data processing.
Paul: It's a mystery.
[Susan pours milk into her coffee. She has not seen the reverse side, which has a picture of the young Josh]
Milk Carton: MISSING: JOSHUA BASKIN
Josh: I'm much better at video hockey.
Paul: That's not a sport.
Josh: It requires hand and eye coordination.
Paul: It's not a sport if you don't sweat.
Josh: What about golf? It's a sport and you don't sweat.
Paul: It's not a sport if you let a machine do all the work.
Josh: What about car racing?
Paul: Shut up, Baskin.
Scotty Brennen: See that girl over there in the red? Say "hi" to her and she's yours. She'll have her legs around you so tight you'll be begging for mercy.
Josh: Well, I'll stay away from her, then.
Susan: I'm not so sure we should do this.
Josh: Do what?
Susan: Well, I like you, and I want to spend the night with you.
Josh: Do you mean sleep over?
Susan: Well, yeah.
Josh: Well, okay, but I get to be on top.
Josh: Will you please leave? I got a deadline to meet. Gosh.
Billy: Who the fuck do you think you are ?
Billy: You're Josh Baskin, remember? You broke your arm on my roof! You hid in MY basement when Robert Dyson was about to rip your head off!
Josh: You don't get it, do you? This is important!
Billy: I'm your best friend. What's more important than that, huh? [Turns to leave] And I'm three months older than you are, ASSHOLE!
Mrs. Baskin: [on the phone] You have my son?
Mrs. Baskin: Look, if you touch one hair on his head, I swear I will spend the rest of my life making sure you suffer.