[After Simon attempts to re-hang a portrait of his mother up]
So just leave Lady Mom on the floor as a painful remainder of everyone I clutch to my bosom in friendship, only to feel the icy pang of betrayal as they sink their serpent's teeth into my... y'know... my bosom!
[Phillip enters, wearing a tuxedo and carrying a basket of pickles]
[Cheerfully] Well, my ears are burnin'.
Wha... Phillip?!
Ta-daaa!
[Icy pause]
[Stand-offish] Eager to know why you're here.
...
Have you come to gloat?
That, and I think I might have left my Zune here. Have ya seen it?
I don't know.
No? It's a...
No, nothing here but a profound sense of betrayal.
... little Zune, it's got Mp3s on it...
Oh, and back knives.
Ah, it's no biggie, I'll just buy a new one. I'm a billionaire now, you know.
Yes, I can tell by the tuxedo.
Yep, that's what we wear. Y'know.
ZZ Top would be proud.
Chompa chompa.

