Francis: All right, that's enough! Party's over! Don't you guys have any respect for the dead?
Drew: You took his wallet.
Francis: Lester would've wanted me to have his I.D. But that's not the point. This man was not just an alcoholic pervert janitor. He was one of us! He hated the Commandant as much as we do. He was filled with impudent rage, like we are. This man was a hero. And heroes do not rot alone in basements. They're immortalized in song. They are sent off to Valhalla in flaming ships! They are not put in beer hats or used as photo props or given fake mustaches.
[After Francis rips off the mustache, Lester's head falls to the ground]
Stanley: That wasn't fake.
Francis: My bad. What do we do now?
Stanley: Go for the spare.