"Good. Because you need me."

"Well, if your father who owes me money would eat me back, I could buy my own food."

"It's not stealing when your father owes me money. Tell Daddy dearest to pay up." From the distance Whistler grumbles, "I don't owe you shit, King." Looking at Abby, gesturing to the doorway. "See what I gotta deal with. The least you can do, is feed me."

"You're right. He didn't. He lost a bet."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, because I'm not stupid. However. Your father lost a bet, a twenty dollar bet and can't suck up his pride and pay the piper."

"Did you just steal that from The Mummy? You did."

"A whole family of thieves."

"It's a good quote, but Whistler still owes me twenty bucks and you owe me an apology for whatever shit was in that container." He makes a face. "I can still taste it."

"Then I should just say that, wherever you bought that from? Take it back. It apparently expired."

"If I do. Will you tell me where you bought that shit, so I can burn that place down?"

Gets in her face, "You sound just like... Your father." Leaves. Comes back, "And another thing. I ate the rest of your roast beef sandwich." Leaves again.

Gets hit with the apple. Pauses. Continues walking with less dignity than before.

"She's got a great arm, Whistler. Should've taught her baseball."

He rather live to see another day. So he takes off in a sprint up the stairs.

Calls down from the top of the stairs. "Cowards live to see another day. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen." Meaning he stole that line from Starscream.

To himself, "Ooh, she's mad."

"Danica Talos is a thundercunt. Pass it on."

Knows what this is referring to.