Ernest P. Worrell Mr. Poodle-Smurf is lucky to have me. One day, I'm gonna walk into his office and I'll say: 'Oscar Babe'. Oscar Pendlesmythe WHAT? Ernest P. Worrell Oh good morning Mr. Poodle-Smurf, Puddle-Smit, Smiddle-Poot... Oscar Pendlesmythe Pendlesmythe, you idiot! Ernest P. Worrell Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think our table has any steak sauce! Guard [Crossly] Get up! Ernest P. Worrell Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners, I should have waited for the others! Guard Eat, Greaseball! Charlotte Sparrow (Miss Sparrow): [Thinking Nash is Ernest] What happened to your voice? You sound different. Felix Nash Oh, I got a little laryngitis.