Skylar (tuxedo): I know, right?! What was that? Did you hear that?
Max: What was what, you moron?
Skylar: That! I saw it! What was it?
Max: With the way you keep yourself clean, it was probably a flea jumping off of you. Now, if you think you can focus, let's get back to this chair. Wouldn't you agree that the 25 monies she gave for it was money better spent than the hundreds she's spent on the toys we pretend to like but kick under the TV when she's not looking?
Skylar: A what? A TV? What's a TV?
Max: The color box, you nitwit. I might even venture to say that it was money better spent than that funny green flaky stuff she gives us that makes me see things.
Skylar: RUFKM?! Nuh-uh! Do you think there is any? Where is it? Where is it? I love that stuff. Makes me feel like I still have my balls. Can I have some? Will you get it? Huh? Huh? (runs off to circle the dining room table at 100 mph)
Max: Dude, you're weird. (licks ass)