(to Brett) You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in France?

No.

Tell 'em, Vincent.

Royale with Cheese.

Royale with Cheese, you know why they call it that?

Because of the metric system?

Check out the big brain on Brett. You'a smart motherfucker, that's right. The metric system. (he points to a fast food drink cup) What's in this?

Sprite.

Sprite, good, mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?

Sure.

Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot! (to Roger) You, Flock of Seagulls, you know what we're here for?

Then why don't you tell my boy here Vince, where you got the shit hid.

It's under the be –

– I don't remember askin' you a goddamn thing. (to Roger) You were sayin'?

It's under the bed.

Got it.

We happy?

Vincent!

We happy?

We're happy.