April: Excuse me, Mr. Haggerty? I just wanted to say that I really like your museum. It's weird and sad and unnecessary. Is there, like, a museum curator position I could apply for?
Bill: Sorry, everyone here is a volunteer. Though you do get a yearly stipend of 50,000 Harrison Bucks. Accepted only at that vending machine.
April: Thanks.
Andy: That's a bummer. But, hey, hey, listen. Maybe you could start your own museum.
April: About what? I'm sorry, but I am not like you. You love everything. The only things I like are dogs, sleeping late, and weird birthmarks. You can't make museums about those. This is another dead end.