Fred: All right, all right. Where's Wilma?
J. Montague Gypsum: Oh, you're back. You left in such a hurry, I didn't have a chance to tell you. Both of them left. Mentioned something about tired of being cooped up.
Fred: What did you say to Wilma? You made'em leave. You did it.
J. Montague Gypsum: What are you talking about, Ferdy?
Fred: The name's Fred. And I'm talking about my razor, my aftershave lotion, my smokes, my robe, my slippers, and a whole case of Rocky Cola. And when are you leaving?! That's what I'm talking about!
J. Montague Gypsum: Dear, boy. You have to expect these little annoyances when you have a house guest. I find you quite abominable, too, but let's make the best of it, shall we? We're both in this together.
Fred: What do you mean "both together"?
J. Montague Gypsum: Don't you remember? You saved my life, Ferdy.
Fred: The name's Fred! So let's call it even. You don't owe me anything.
J. Montague Gypsum: Ah, but you owe me something. I was perfectly willing to jump off that bridge, and you stopped me. Therefore, my life is your responsibility.
Fred: You mean you're not ever going to leave?
J. Montague Gypsum: Why should I? I've got food, shelter, and shaving lotion. Everything I need but a pinch of oregano. Waddle down to the store and get me some, will you, Fred?
Fred: The name is Ferdy!