Johnny: No, Don, here's the joke. The joke is I'm sitting here in a half decent restaurant with my wife and our friends. And all you two have done is complain about the food, and pretend that you didn't leave us high and dry after we lost everything.
Moira: Oh, we're past all that now.
Johnny: I'm not quite past it, Moira. You wrote us off, Don. Not a phone call, not an email, not a nickel. Roland and Jocelyn here, could not have been more generous with what little they have. They found us a place to live, they've offered us their truck whenever we've needed it. They've invited us to their parties, they even offered to take us out to dinner tonight.
Roland: Well, just to be clear, Johnny, we were always gonna split the bill, it's just with the coupon...
Jocelyn: Rollie, Rollie.
Johnny: And that town you passed through, it's not called Schittsville. It's called Schitt's Creek. And it's where we live.