Harold(After spitting out the bad slice of pizza):I don't know what this is, but it ain't no damn pizza! Where's the sauce?! Where's the greasey cheese?! Where's the pepperon-WHAT THE?!
Pizza Guy: Heh, you're freaking out.
Harold: Move, move over!
Pizza Guy: Whoa!
Derrick: Hey, do you like music?
Abby: Yeah. Oh my god! You play guitar?
Derrick: Yeah. This is an old guitar that I made out of a new guitar that I found.
Beth: He wrote you a song?
Abby: Yeah. I mean...it was mostly about dolphins, but I was definitely in there.
Beth: Wow. That is so romantic. I wish someone would take me to the dump and write a song about me.
Abby: Well, maybe one day.
Derrick: I should probably thank you, ya know, for sitting there while I worked on my songs and all.
Abby: Don't you mean for inspiring you?
Derrick: Yeah, well...whatever you wanna call it
Abby: What about the dump?
Abby: And the underpass?
Abby: And the basement?
Derrick: We did some pretty crazy stuff when we were kids, didn't we?
Abby: It was yesterday, Derrick
Derrick: I know...seems like yesterday...
Abby: That's cuz it was
Derrick: I know...it totally seems like it.
Abby: Derrick! Hey have you always sat back there?
Derrick: Yeah, I like the back. You get to watch the front from behind.