Pee-wee: I wouldn’t sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for a hundred million, trillion, billion dollars! Francis: Then you’re crazy! Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I? Francis: You’re a nerd! Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I? Francis: You’re an idiot! Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I? Pee-wee, Francis: I know you are but what am I? I know you are but what am I? I know you are but what am I? Pee-wee: Infinity! Francis: No, I’m not. Pee-wee, Francis: You are! No way! Knock it off! Cut it out! Francis: Shut up, Pee-wee! Pee-wee: Why don’t you make me. Francis: You make me! Pee-wee: Because. I don’t make monkeys, I just train ’em. Francis: Pee-wee listen to reason.
[Pee-Wee cuffs his hand around his ear in a listening motion]
Francis: Pee-wee! Pee-wee: Sh! I’m listening to reason. Francis: Pee-wee! Pee-wee: That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Francis: Remember the first time I saw your bike? You came riding past my house and I came running out to tell you how much I liked it even way back then? Pee-wee: I love that story.
[jumps on bike and pedals away] Francis: You’ll be sorry, Pee-wee Herman!