Speedrick, smugly, after the police arrive to escort Stripes and Pickle out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?
Stripes, in defeat: Let's go
Pickle: Wait
Stripes: What?
Pickle: I'd kinda like to be carried out...
Stripes: Oh yeah, that wouldn't be so bad
Speedrick: YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FUCKING JAIL, IDIOTS!
Pickle: *takes out paper* We... actually have a lot of get-out-of-jail waver after the amount of charities we've attended
Officer Anna: *sees waver and sighs* They're right
Stripes: Ha! Jokes on you, bitch!
Speedrick: ...
