Erica: I want my Golden Tray.
Mall Official: That seems in poor taste.
Erica: Give it.
Mall Official: Oh.
Barry: He said it's not yours!
Mall Official: You know it's painted plastic?
Barry: Give me that tray!
Erica: I earned it!
Geoff: Okay, enough. I've known you two forever and you're still doing this crap? Kicking each other when you're down? How about supporting each other for once? I'm so sick of it. [storms off]
Matt: Why did we come here?
Naked Rob: Our lives are too small.
Andy: So much to examine.