Mike: Let's go! No time for breakfast. We'll hit the apple bowl at the desk on the way out.
Brick: [sighs] Why do we have to leave again?
Mike: 'Cause if we don't leave now, we're paying for this room ourselves.
Axl: I'm with Brick. What do we have to go home to? Scratchy toilet paper and dog shampoo? I say we barricade ourselves in here, live large for two weeks, and go out in a hail of gunfire.