Oscar: You're not a fugitive wanted for killing Lucille 2. And you're not on the run. I was just telling you that because, honestly, I've just enjoyed being with you so much, and, um... I'm sorry.
Buster: I have a confession of my own to make.
Oscar: Huh?
Buster: I also knew we were not being looked for. I went along with it because I- I- I wanted to spend some more time with you.
Oscar: All right. All right, well, then go on inside and sign out, and, uh, let's continue the adventure.
Buster: Okay. Okay, okay. But while I'm gone...
Oscar: Yeah?
Buster: Pick what you want to do when we get back. Here's your choices: lay down inside, get scared of the dark inside, or play hide-and-go-seek inside. Well, this shouldn't take too long for me to sign out. I hope you don't mind waiting for me.
Oscar: Hey, I ain't going nowhere.
Buster: Okay. Oh, and one more thing. I don't like the smell of marijuana or your behavior when I've caught you with it, so it's me or the weed.