Mrs. Lonstein: Eveything okay down here? Oh, you turned this into a darling little rumpus room.
Klaus: Yeah, it's pretty sick.
Mrs. Lonstein: Gosh, I haven't been in a basement like this since high school.
Mrs. Lonstein: [Journey's "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" plays on the jukebox] Ooh, this song. It really takes me back. Did I ever tell you about the summer I went on tour with a Journey cover band?
Klaus: This is literally the first time we've met.
Mrs. Lonstein: Mmm, air hockey?
Klaus: No thanks. I don't feel like playing.
Mrs. Lonstein: Aw, you're gonna make me play with myself?
Klaus: Oh, no. The basement has her. Listen to me. We must leave this place right now!
[Mrs Lonstein climbs on the table, flips the puck knocking Klaus' bowl towards her blowing skirt, sending him under]
Klaus: Oh, boy.
Klaus: [Panting] We need to get the fuck out of here!
Del: I take you into my townhouse, and this is how you repay me?
Mrs. Lonstein: It's not my fault, Del!
Mrs. Lonstein: It was the basement!
Steve Smith: What did you *do*?
Snot Lonstein: Phew, thought this was a goner. All right. Let's beat it before security gets here.
Del: [Tearfully] You ruined it! You ruined it when you sat on that fish's face!
Snot Lonstein: What's happening, Steve? !
Klaus: Yep, that's a wrap on Chesterbrook! Let's keep it simple.