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- I'm sorry about tonight. - I know.
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New interior, new tire.
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Everything's new. It looks great.
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Edgar, dab it.
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- Dab it. Don't slather. - You're an expert all of a sudden?
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Even an idiot knows a dab from a slather.
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So then why don't I just put little dollops on it?
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Now that's... A smear.
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- I hate this job. - Hey, it's better than slatherin' in prison.
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Ex-cons? Really? Never would've guessed.
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Nice work on the Barnacle Buns,
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- Tom. Deft touch. - Thank you, Captain.