Erin: Are you okay?
Broccoli Rob: [on screen] He's still mad.
Andy: Shut up, Broccoli.
Broccoli Rob: Champ, I feel awful about this whole thing. Russell called me up. And they said they needed 20 cc's of George Michael stat. So just... Wham! I sprang into action. You know me. I assumed you wanted to hear me do your signature number.
Andy: You thought I wanted to sit in the audience like some slutty Treb rat? A man's signature solo is his for life, okay? That's group policy and you know it.
Broccoli Rob:Look, it's not my fault that I still live near campus, and it's my duty as an alum to be friendly to the young guys., and stop in two, three times a week.
Andy: Just don't do the song anymore.
Broccoli Rob: I tell you what, we'll have a sing-off for it. You pick twelve alums from any year to back you up and I'll do the same, and I'm so confident that I'll win, I won't even warm up.
Andy: Fine, go ahead. Thrash your pipes.
Broccoli Rob: My pipes are primo, Champ. Why don't you ask Trey Anastasio about my pipes?
Andy: I knew you would go there, you son of a bitch!
Broccoli Rob:He said, and I quote, "Hey Rob, nice pipes." That happened!
Andy: Okay, fine, yeah. that's one guy's opinion!
Broccoli Rob: That's real. 'That'll never change!
Erin: Okay! [unplugs TV screen]
Andy: Doesn't mean you're the best singer ever. Dick.