Janitor: Good morning. Okay, I think we should just get this out in the open. I saw you pluck your special hair the other day. [imitates spring noises] Boing, boing. [imitates violin playing] I was there. I saw. The question is, what are we gonna do about it? I have an idea. Let me speak first. May I? Good. I believe that you should give me the hair, because I've been scrap booking the most disgusting things that I can think of, and I want to put it on the page in between my decayed molars and my snug, which is a snail/slug hybrid that I was able to splice together in my garage unsuccessfully.
Carla: We didn't see each other yesterday.
Janitor: Well, that was unexpected.