Red: Let's see. It was, uh... It was a no-go with Midge. She doesn't wanna see you.
Bob: Boy, that's a shame, Red. Guess it's you and me, buddy.
Red: Well, that's a problem. I like you, Bob. You don't borrow my things, you keep your lawn mowed. But the fact of the matter is, you're a little bit... You're kind of a... You're an ass.
Bob: Yeah?
Red: Well, it's not your fault. Well we gotta stop pussyfooting' around here and somehow get you back in that house.
Bob: How?