Ted: What are you doing? I thought we were friends. You slept on my couch, you ate my cereal. I tossed you more toilet paper.
Mr. Druthers: We are friends. But that doesn't magically make your bad ideas good.
Ted: What? I don't believe this! You're- You're- You're wearing my clothes! And my girlfriend's sneakers. Man, you have weirdly small feet.