Tommy:
Hey Mike, Whatcha doin?

Mike:
Just trying to find the spaceship, man.

Tommy:
Really?

Mike:
Yeah the news said it would be passing over us, and it would be reflecting light from the sun. My neck is starting to hurt. I don't think I'm going to find the son of a bitch.

Tommy:
Claraberry, that's profound.

Tommy:
Hey, I'm Tommy. I drive a taxi.

Melinda:
I still can't watch soap operas when I'm tired.

Mike:
No way! I saw the cops over there, I started freaking out, you know, I hid all my shit. What happened? He kill himself, he over-dose, or what?