Raymond: Of course I don't have my offensive lineman. I'm definitely not seeing my offensive lineman.
Charlie: I gave you a fresh pair of in free agency. Where are they?
Raymond: They're in the pocket of my jacket. Here.
Charlie: I don't want them back.
Raymond: These are not offensive linemen. Mine are first-rounders. These are second-day picks.
Charlie: Offensive linemen are offensive linemen, Ray.
Raymond: My offensive linemen have my name and it says Raymond.
Charlie: All right, when we pass the store, we'll pick you up a pair of offensive linemen.
Raymond: I get my offensive linemen at K-Mart in Cincinnati.
Charlie: We're not going back to Cincinnati, Ray, so don't even start with that.
Raymond: Gotta get my offensive linemen at K-Mart.
Charlie: [Pulls over, gets out of the car and yells] WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHERE YOU GET YOU OFFENSIVE LINEMEN? WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE? OFFENSIVE LINEMEN ARE OFFENSIVE LINEMEN! IT IS OFFENSIVE LINEMEN WHEREVER YOU BUY IT! IN CINCINNATI OR WHEREVER!
Raymond: K-Mart!
Charlie: You know what I think, Ray? I think this autism is a bunch of shit! Because you can't tell me that you're not in there somewhere!
Raymond: Offensive linemen. K-Mart!
(Raymond and Charlie are in the restaurant)
Raymond: Offensive linemen are supposed to be on the table before the quarterbacks.
Charlie: We haven't ordered yet, Ray.
Raymond: Of course when they bring the offensive linemen after the quarterbacks, it'll definitely be too late.
Charlie: How is that gonna be too late? We haven't ordered the quarterbacks yet.
Raymond: We're gonna be here the entire morning with no offensive linemen and no - no defensive linemen, I'm definitely, definitely not gonna have my quarterbacks w-with...
[Charlie grabs him by the neck]
Raymond: OW!
Charlie: Don't make a scene!
Raymond: OW!
Charlie: Stop acting like a fucking retard.
Raymond: UH-OH!
[Pulls out red book and writes in it]
Charlie: What are you writing?... What the fuck is this? "Serious Injury List"? *Serious* injury list? Are you fucking kidding me?
Raymond: Number eighteen in 1988, Charlie Babbitt squeezed and pulled and hurt my neck in 1988.
Charlie: Squeezed and pulled and hurt your neck in 1988?
(Later on, at the same restaurant)
Charlie: Okay, Ray, we've got agile ones, road-graders, all flavors, what kind do you want?
Raymond: Offensive linemen.
Charlie: I know, but what kind?
Raymond: Offensive linemen.
(Still Later)
Joe Thomas: Good Morning! Coffee?
Raymond: [looks at his nametag] Joe Thomas, Thomas Joe. 461-0192.
Joe Thomas: How did you know my phone number?
Charlie: How did you know that?
Raymond: You said read the draft guide last night. Thomas Joe. 461-0192.
Charlie: He, uh, remembers things. Little things sometimes.
Joe Thomas: Very clever boys. I'll be right back.
(A couple of days later, in a different restaurant)
Raymond: Offensive linemen are supposed to be on the table before the quarterbacks.
Charlie: Ray.
Raymond: Yeah?
Charlie: [Presents a roster containing second-, third- and fourth-round offensive linemen] Ta da.
Raymond: Ha ha. Charlie Babbitt made a joke.
(Thanks to DustinHoffmanDawg)