Mike: Okay, I looked everywhere, and I can't find any towels.
Frankie: Okay, this is driving me crazy. I mean, this morning when I got out of the shower, I had to dry off with a bath mat. Nothing is where it's supposed to be. Is this dementia? Is it finally here?
Mike: Where the hell's everything going?
Axl: [whistles] [utensils clatter]
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
Axl: Unlike you, the government doesn't just give me stuff.
Mike: The government doesn't give us stuff. If it did, we'd have better stuff.
Axl: Oh! Pbht! If you people would stop thinking only about yourselves, you'd remember, Hutch and I are in our own house now. And by the way, when they say a place is unfurnished, they don't give you anything. No silverware, no furniture, no accent pillows, nothing. Ooh. Eh. I doubt we'll make soup.