Michael: Buddy, you cannot be up here, okay?
Buster: The tent thing, I know. I mean, thank God I found some scuba equipment because they are fumigating.
[hand whirring]
Michael: Yeah. The skin really muffles the sound on that.
Buster: There's another suit over there; it's a smaller size, though.
Michael: Uh... [stammers] That's my son's. We never got a chance to use it.
Buster: Oh. Probably too young to be around the fumes.
Michael: No, pal, we were gonna use this scuba gear for scuba diving. Underwater. Not to hang out in a poison cloud.