- Mara: I'm confused. Did you quit your job at the garage or not, Beck?
- Beck: Of course not. Whoever told you that is a lunatic. We should lock him up and thow away the key.
- Zed: [sipping from a large glass with a long straw] Ouch. Bech one, Cy zero. Don't take that from him!
- Cyrus: It's Cyrus.
- [to Beck]
- Cyrus: Why so cambative, pal? Are you felling misunderstood? Like nobody knows the real you?