— You on the Iist?
— No, but I beIieve my friends are.|Perhaps you know them? FrankIin, Grant... and Jackson.
— This is... impossible.
— Those pyjamas are impossible. This happened.
— You're under arrest.
— It wasn't me. It was the one-armed man.
— Do you have any idea what time it is?
— Actually, no.
— My new carpet!
— Well, this is coming right out of your security deposit.
— You know...
— What?
— Nothing.
— Well, that's what you are, Ipkiss, a big nothing.
— Aren't you due at the lab to get your bolts tightened?
— I should have said that.
You were good, kid, real good... but as long as I'm around you'll be second-best.