Axl: Oh, my God. We totally pulled it off! And you were a genius. I thought we were screwed till you threw ice, marshmallows, and mouthwash into a blender and called it [chuckling] the Blue Glacier Blast.
Hutch: Aw, it was nothing. Anyway, how about you? Using that big jar of marmalade that was already in the fridge when we bought the RV?
Axl: I don't know. I was just in the zone. I skimmed the mold off the top, put a scoop of it on a plate with just a hint of peanut-can dust, and bam... deconstructed PB&J.
Hutch: Hey. Well, we got to restock and get back out there. If we could do this much during lunch, while people are sober, imagine what we can do outside O'Brien's for Dollar Beer Night. [a fire starts to burn in the winnebago's kitchen]
Axl: Hey, we may be out of cheese, but we got plenty of bread.
Hutch: I tell you what... I'm not gonna be one of those stereotypes who gets rich and buys their mom a house. Now, I will buy a house, but if she's gonna stay there, she's gonna have to pay rent.
Axl: Hells yeah! If you let them, parents will just mooch and mooch.