Janitor: I can clean it for you.
Carla: Why would you do that?
Janitor: I don't know. Still a little drunk from breakfast. Plus, taxidermy used to be kind a hobby of mine. You know, till the state took my license away.
Carla: How come?
Ted: What happened to all the cute little squirrels, Flo?
[flashback: The Janitor addresses an audience of stuffed squirrels in his garage:]
Janitor: Let's call this meeting to order. Uh, first things first, I counted the ballots, and, uh, someone voted twice. Interesting. I'm not pointing fingers, Troy.
[reality:]
Janitor: There were never any squirrels.