JACK: What are you talking about?! How could I have known that?!

DEMETRI: Maybe not the situation specifically-- but obviously I was of dubious moral character.

JACK: Yeah, but not this much!

DEMETRI: Really? --Think back...

FIVE YEARS AGO

JACK: So, what was that shit?

DEMETRI: Discretion.

JACK: Yeah, yeah.

JACK: It can get pretty boring being a lookout for you.

DEMETRI: I prefer “valet.”

DEMETRI: Besides, I suspect you are trying to distract me from the subject at hand-- your science grades.

JACK: So lame.

DEMETRI: Come now.

JACK: Um... what the hell is--

DEMETRI: That pipe thing on the car. It’s... making a noise.

JACK: The muffler? ‘Cuz I don’t think--

DEMETRI: Pull over.

DEMETRI: The muffle-ler. Yes, that’s it.

SHOPPING LIST ~~ To unlock the door to the hidden world, your key is a dead man's hand culled under the black light of the new moon. - A.S.

DEMETRI: All fixed. Perfect.

JACK: What was it?! Wha-

DEMETRI: Oh, just as suspected. I had to muffle it.