Ted: Punchy, it's time to go back.
Punchy: Back to Times Square?!
Ted: Uh, no. Back-Back to Cleveland.
Punchy: I don't know if I can do that, bro. I mean, yeah, I've been jonesing for a piece of Cleveland-style pizza, but I feel bad about leaving you out here. I worry about you, Ted.
Ted: [scoffs] You worry about me?
Punchy: Yeah. The other day, when you called...
[flashback to Punchy in bed after his phone call with Ted:]
Kelly: Sweetie, who was that?
Punchy: It was my friend Ted. He sounded kind of depressed.
Kelly: Is this the Ted who got left at the altar?
Punchy: Yeah. He's not doing so good. Poor guy lives in a tiny apartment in New York, nowhere near Times Square. He's got no family around. He's still single, doesn't have a backyard. It's just a bummer.
Kelly: Maybe you should go visit him. Cheer him up a little. You know, buy him some shots, do the whole wounded bird trick.
Punchy: You think that would work?
Kelly: Worked on me.