Al: Well, what are we gonna do? I can't spend the night in this sardine can!
Tim: Just relax, will you? I'll call again later. Someone's bound to pick up over there.
Al: I can't do this. Where are you supposed to go to the bathroom? [Tim points to a toilet] Oh, my God. That's the bathroom? Where are the doors?
Tim: They're invisible. Just like the Jacuzzi and the decorative soaps.
Al: Oh, man. We have to come up with the bail money now.
Tim: Well, um... Talent show.
Al: Huh?
Tim: Yeah. Charge admission. You do your famous Pozzo for these guys. It was such a hit with the cop in the parking lot.
Al: Now, don't you start criticizing my Pozzo. You know, the reviewer for the high school paper said I made him tingle.