Ben Stein's money?

Imagine my surprise today when I am pushing my little food cart down the aisle selling my semi-tasty sandwiches, salads, and Twizzlers when I look down at no other than Ben Stein (Bueller? Bueller?).
Well, my first thought was, "Why would Ben Stein be flying on my little low-fare subsidiary?" And then I thought, "Well, why the hell not?"
So, I asked him, "Would you like to purchase any food from my cart?"
"You mean you're actually going to make me pay?" he asked so innocently.
"Well, I don't see why not, can't I take Ben Stein's money?"
"Touche', my dear. Touche'."