Haley: Hey, gals, things haven't been going that great between me and Arvin, and he's stopping by to say goodbye before leaving for Switzerland. Could you take off the onesies and make it look like we don't live in an insane asylum?
Phil: You suck! You eat like a moron!
Haley: [doorbell rings] Oh, my God! It's like you want Arvin to throw his return ticket off an Alp!