Rochelle: Ooh! Oh, my God. Julius! What, are you selling the fish or sleeping with a mermaid?
Julius: What's wrong?
Rochelle: Oh, Drew, go open up the windows. Hurry up, Tonya, go get the fans. I'll bring y'all dinner up to y'all later.
Julius: Since when do they get to eat in their room?
Rochelle: Ooh. Since you turn people's stomachs. You smell like pierced ears and cheese. Are you going to come home smelling like this every day? [sprays] My God!
Julius: I don't know, but I if I do, y'all just going to have to get used to it. This job has too many perks.
Rochelle: Ooh. What am I going to do with that? No, you need to take your little friend upstairs and put him in the shower. 'Cause if he smells anything like you, I ain't cooking him, and I damn sure ain't eating him.
Julius: Baby.
Rochelle: Go! Just go! You smell like curried tube socks. [o.s.] Just go!