Janitor: Look, I'm here because I want to be here. But don't worry. I'm going to get my job back.
Ted: Oh, good. What's your plan?
Janitor: I just told it to you. I'm here, therefore I will get my job back.
Ted: You're making my head hurt.
Janitor: We both know that's not me. That's from when you were a baby, and a marble fountain fell on you.
Ted: Sometimes, my mom kept my crib in the driveway.
Janitor: Mine too. But I've lived my life by a very specific credo. Everything works out for me.