Christine: You're still going to go to your job interview, right?
Greg: What's the point? Every interview I go on, there's some whack punk sitting behind a desk and giving me the ice grill and kicking me to the curb without even letting me know what the dilly-o is. Sorry, it's just the guy at the car wash, he changed all my radio presets to rap music. I don't know how to change 'em back.