[pants] Oh! Oh, of course. I'm so sorry.

Oh, oh, this, this is for you, honey.

It goes around your left hoof.

Did you get that out of the trash?

Oh, you did! You little trash-picker!

I'm not a "trash-picker." I'm a recycler.

That's a lot more romantic. Isn't it?

- Romantic'? - Sam, come here.

Romantic? Oh, don't mention romance to me, Benny.

- I've never had a boyfriend. - Great! That settles it.

I accept the job... of boyfriend number one.

Benny, only the female orb-weaver spider

will date a male one-twentieth her size.

- So there's hope! - And then she eats him.

Huh? [groans]

But at least he dies happy.

[I Big Bad Voodoo Daddy: Big Time Boppin' (Go Man Go)]

[both] Let's get Ryan, dude!

Dude! We said that at the same time!

Dude.