"God!" gasps Schmarce. "You're a real jerk sometimes!" Johnny, interrupted in his search for Jolt!, turns to her. "Me?" he shouts. "What'd I do? He's the one who wants to use you like a Kleenex or whatever." Way to steal Dave's material incorrectly, dude. Marcy tells him that she wants to be used. Or, wait, no, she doesn't want to be used. Maybe she's just using HIM. Yeah, that's it. Dickless tells her that using people just isn't Schmarce's bag because she's too nice. This about sends our sweet little Schmarce right over the edge: "Yeah," she says. "That's my problem. I'm just too damn nice all the time. Well, you know what? Not anymore! I'm going to wear dresses made out of reflective material you can bake potatoes in, I'm going to do the nasty without taking off my Manolo Blahniks, I'm going to go two days without shaving my legs and I'm going to...I'm going to...I'm going to MIX MY PROTEIN SERVINGS WITH MY CARBOHYDRATE SERVINGS! And I don't need advice from a bad tan-having, stupid brain-holding, hackey sack-playing, small dick-sporting DIPSHIT! Now go away so I can get ready!"
Okay. Some of that was mine.
Johnny beats hell outta there and meets up with Dave outside the trailer. "Well?" asks Dave. "What can I do?" says Dickless. "She's a self-destructive girl." Dave once again stands alone. Like the cheese. Swiss cheese. Because his mouth is in a big ol' "O" shape and he has a kind of sharp smell.
Elsewhere on the lot, Hairless is hastily chasing after Hunter. "I want this to end!" he calls after her retreating back. "I'm tired of being the cheese stands alone!" Sorry, Hairless. Dave is the cheese stands alone. You're just alone.