Michael: Where is everybody?
Buster: How should I know, Michael? As soon as Father came back, I've been like the invisible man. Hello? Can anyone see me?
Michael: Where's your hand, anyway?
Buster: Why even bother getting dressed up? I have no one.
Michael: What? Buster, come on now, you know, if you're really lonely, maybe it's time you went out there and you got yourself a girlf- a pet.
Buster: How about a turtle?
Michael: Great.
Buster: I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. [giggles]
Michael: You certainly have a type.