Harry: I didn't get us stuck down here.
Dick: Oh, no? Well, who ordered the pizzas? Who didn't fill up the car with gas? Who fell into the hole first and caused a cave-in?
Harry: You!
Dick: Exactly! You!
Harry: You know, anytime anything goes wrong, it's always my fault.
Dick: Finally, you admit it.
Harry: That's not what I'm saying.
Dick: You're saying you're tired, you're hungry. You're terrified of being down here, and you're waiting for me to lead you out. Well, I'm doing my best! You're just sitting there, happy as an idiot in Idiotland on idiots-get-in-free day.
Harry: Okay, there's no such land, and I would know-
Dick: Harry, shh! Please! I need silence to think. Thank you.