- Liquor: Eh Fitz, the usual?
- Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald: Yep.
- Liquor: Let's see.
- [pause]
- Liquor: That'll be...
- [Fitz grabs beer]
- Liquor: $300?
- Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald: Tell ya what.
- [drinks beer and throws in on ground and leaves before Siren Lady sirens in Liquor's head.]
- [Skillet notices that his leg brace security device from prison has begun to blink and beep. He screams and jumps frantically]
- Eye: What in the piss is wrong with your friend?
- Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald: His name is Night Moves. He was born with it. And he loves tanks.
- [The brace on Skillet's leg explodes, leaving no trace of Skillet behind]
- Eye: Whoa.