Tommy: Has anybody else noticed that our place is looking a little, uh, messy?
Dick: Ya think?
Tommy: Well, it's just 'cause I don't have any clean clothes, you know, and we don't have any clean dishes, and there's no clean... anything.
All: Ew!
Dick: We're living like common hobos here. How did this happen?
Harry: You know, I think that this started a couple of weeks ago. I had a fork, and I put it in the sink, and then I just thought, "Ah, I'll wash it later."
Dick: No, Harry, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. It's Sally's fault. Ever since she moved into Dubcek's garage, this whole place has gone to pot.
Tommy: Oh, I miss her.
Harry: I miss clean underpants.
Tommy: That's what I meant.