Jimi: Man, you keep hiding out back here and they’re going to make you a Perishable clerk.
Nate: I actually wouldn’t mind a nice department job. Once you get into the groove, you can just put your body on auto-pilot and let your mind wander.
Jimi: Yeah, probably not a good idea to wander too far if you work in the meat department, though.
Nate: No, I think that place would make me sick. I prefer my meat in nugget form.
Jimi: I’ve always said you have to be a little bit twisted to be able to sit there carving through guts and sinew all day. Who would want to work around all that blood?
Bill: So, uh… L’estat Your last name, is that pronounced… Teepees?”
Les: If it is beyond your mortal tongue’s ability to enunciate my surname, I would encourage you not to attempt.