Lowell Anderson: There you are, Cheyenne. Do you have a moment? Of course, you do. Go ahead, Glenn. Tell her.
Cheyenne: Tell me what?
Glenn: Um, Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I have no choice. Actually, I don't have anything to tell you. Except that I'm sorry.
Cheyenne: Oh, okay.
Lowell Anderson: Two kinds of people, Glenn.
Glenn: That's right.
Lowell Anderson: Where are you going?
Glenn: And I'm the kind of people who make other people eat dog food.
Cheyenne: Okay, what?
Glenn: This is for my dad. And for all the other little guys that you shoved around. So yeah, you... you eat it! Come on, y-you jerk. [Cheyenne laughs] Yeah.
Lowell Anderson: [grunts] Okay, Glenn. [eats dog food] [disgusted groans]
Mateo: Oh, he's just insane. That's why he didn't like the cardigan.
Glenn: Give it back.
Lowell Anderson: No, no, I gotta finish it. All the best stuff settles down at the bottom.