Benny: [o.s.] [singing] Funicula.... funiculi... funicula...
Tim: Well, either Benny's singing or there's a sick cow in this house.
Brad: How come we're not eating eggs?
Tim: Benny ate 'em.
Mark: Or bacon?
Jill: Benny.
Randy: Toast?
Tim: Benny.
Jill: Who ties up the phone, puts their dark laundry in with our whites, sleeps all day, watches TV all night?
Tim: Benny.
Brad: Who do we want out of the house?
All: Benny!