Janitor: You paged me in the middle of a busy day. This better be important.
Dr. Kelso: What were you doing?
Janitor: Sleeping in a mop closet.
Dr. Kelso: You forced me to do this. Either we figure out a way to share the Rascal or neither one of us gets it. It's your move. You've got about eight seconds before this thing becomes a pile of rubble. Come on. This is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me.
Janitor: I doubt it.
Dr. Kelso: You moved my car there, didn't you?
Janitor: Like I said... a key to everything.