Axl: Where's the paint?
Darrin: Uh-oh.
Sean: What?
Axl: Darrin, the last time you said "uh-oh," the paramedics had to cut my jeans off me.
Darrin: I forgot the paint.
Sean: Dude, your-- your family owns a paint store.
Darrin: I think I might have a sharpie.
Axl: Do you know how long it would take to write "snore-son" with a sharpie?
Darrin: Three days. A week?
Axl: No. Stop guessing.