Frohike: Oh save it, Jimmy. It was a long cold night in the pokey and some guy named Hareesh tried to make me his afghan.
Jimmy (looking horrifed): Man...do I feel terrible.
Frohike: Not the dog, Jimmy, the blanket.
Frohike: Come here, Jimmy. I wanna feel your forehead.
(Jimmy leans forward and Frohike kicks him in the shin)
Jimmy: OW! What'd you do that for?!
Frohike: I owed it to the world.
(baby cries)
Frohike: Maybe it's just hungry. Somebody get it a... cheeseburger.
Yves: Langly, is that a baby crying?
Langly: No, that's a baby about to drive us into a tower with guns.