Dewey: Where's Piama?
Francis: Her sister's in prison. Or marrying somebody in prison. Whatever it was, she bought a dress.
Dewey: So what's the deal with the beard?
Francis: Oh, this thing? I don't know. I was trying to find a job and not really finding anything and kinda felt like something was holding me back. I think this makes me stand out from the crowd.
Dewey: Mission accomplished. So this is how you live? No fridge, no real furniture, and the only decoration's a stolen bus bench?
Francis: Isn't that great?
Dewey: Francis, this is... everything I've ever dreamed of! This is exactly how I'll live when I grow up!
Francis: Thanks, Dewey. You know, it's not easy to create this kind of lifestyle. Hey, you want to listen to some music?
Dewey: Sure.
Francis: [bangs on wall] Hey, Kipler, turn that crap down! [loud music plays] Feel that bass? That's a powered subwoofer!