Malory: Because he’ll be back! Crying for his mommy, just like that Christmas break when I moved and forgot to give my new address to his stupid boarding school. I mean he rode the train into the city all by himself, he couldn’t pick up a phone book!? 9 years old and bawling in that Police Station like a little girl! What’s that tell you? Cheryl: Kind of a lot, actually.
Archer: Wait, there are animals? Lana: No, Animal Farm. Cyril: How do you not get that? Archer: No, I know what an animal farm is. Cyril: Not an animal farm. Archer: Maybe we can stampede a flock of goats down the hall.