DIRK: Bon appetit.
DIRK: Seriously dude?
JAKE: (What? Did i pronounce it wrong?)
DIRK: You put the food in a fucking dog bowl.
JAKE: (It was all there was, ok???)
JAKE: (I feel awful enough as it is without you getting on my case about it.)
DIRK: All I'm saying is that this is full-blown, bona fide evil minion behavior you're getting up to.
JAKE: (Well whose confounded idea was it for me to come back in the first place, brain ghost dirk?)
JAKE: (So far ive yet to see anything come of that brilliant plan of yours.)
JAKE: (Are you sure sending that message to the others was enough?)
DIRK: Patience, Jake.
DIRK: Rome didn't fall in a day.
DIRK: Besides, are we really going to hash this out now, in front of dear, sweet Yiffany?
JAKE: (No, i guess youre right.)
JANE: What are you mumbling about over there?
JAKE: Ah, nothing dearest!
JAKE: (Oh shut up!!!)
JANE: If you're finished, I'd appreciate being left to my work.
JAKE: ... Of course, dearest.
JAKE: Good night.