Donna: We got rid of your cell phone. This is your last credit card. Are you sure you want me to cut up this card? It gets you into the parking garage.
Ron Swanson: I'll be taking the bus now, and I'll be paying in cash. What other traces of me exist in the world? Think, people.
Tom: Isn't there a photo of you up at JJ's diner, from that time when you-- aah!
Ron Swanson: Come on, Tom!