“Uh oh, Pete looks like he had an idea.”
“No, I just can’t get this thing to stand up!”
“You said there were rivets. Are they smooth, dome-y rivets, or are they screw-in rivets?”
“Okay, look, there are things, and there are things that want to be things.”
“You’ve been breathing too many carburetor fumes, buddy.” pause “Carburetors have fumes, right? I mean, mine does…”
“I didn’t know members of your priesthood were extra good at prying things!”
“Well, of course he his – his god is a god of nails, right?”
“Because what if what’s inside is fragile?”
“Then why did they put it in a brick?”
“Now I want an iron pony.”
“I have one of those! I have an ’83 iron pony. She’s covered in rust, but she runs half the time!”
“Did you say half?”
“Just to get this straight – I have the number in the box and then if I have the check box colored in, I get an extra two?”
“Right.”
“Zero.”
“There appear to be a couple of beans in it.”
“Don’t put them in your nose!”
“We already have that covered.”
“Come back out of character, Bryan! Out of character!”
“I went in too deep!”
“You know what, never trust a fart when you try to bend bars and lift gates.”
“I hand him the crowbar, patting it longingly because I know this is the last time I’m going to see it.”
“Are you going to pat Mark, too?”
“No, he just keeps coming back.”
“Is it a friendly sort of hug, or is it the ‘I’m going to hold you there until you immolate’ kind of hug?”
“So what I’m hearing is that Rick is going to croon at it…?”
“Look, it seems to be reacting to sound, so…”
“Your streak of good ideas has come to an end.”
“I approach the tune sometimes.”
“Aren’t you glad I got the full waders?”
“Yes, because I’m going to take them off to get out of here.”
“But I can’t leave a friend. Or, you know, someone I’ve completed several felonies with.”
“You’re not sure if that’s the thing you were going for, but it is a thing that happened.”
“You didn’t anger it, so it doesn’t seem to want to hold on to you.”
“Wait, how did I anger it?”
“Bad touch! Bad touch!”
“Didn’t you learn this in the primitive game? Not everything wants to be patted!”
“So you’re leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“Rick seems hesitant.”
“I mean, I really feel like we didn’t give singing a shot. It was working.”
“When I open Charlene’s trunk to put the waders in, is there a body? That’s a perfectly valid question in this game…”
“They actually say, ‘We don’t know what you got into, but you’re lucky you were wearing these rubber pants.'”
“How often do you hear that?”
“Mark, what day is it?”
“Ooooh. Is it March?”
“Yes?”
“That’s about the best I can do.”
“I think I lost another day.”
“Awesome. Did you check your trunk for bodies?”
“You put mustard on a waffle? Jesus christ.”
“I’m pretty sure we can get him out if we all sing Highway Star by Deep Purple.”
“Are you going to sing the guitar solo?”
“And he says we’re all gonna die if we go with him.”
“Okay!”
“Oh, that is fifth dimension-flavored.”
“So what’s the plan?”
“There’s a plan?”
“Look, you’re a man of god, right?”
“I am.”
“So can’t you tell if that was a real vision?”
“What do – I don’t have a thermometer for that!”
“What do I need to roll to hot-wire the Prius?”
“He started with ‘we can never explain.’ Why are you trying to explain?”
“I’m here to pull him out – and I’m not telling him this, but I’m also going to beat the shit out of him later.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s going to happen if Space Truckin’ comes on.”
“Father, you should probably hide these.”
“I am not putting those in my tailpipe.”