- Michael Collins: [he and Marco are confronting Matthew with a huge tray full of sandwiches] We've been talking to your cousin Sam. She's been telling us about your new hobby.
- Marco Di Pieri: Yeah!
- Matthew McDougal: [groans] Guys...
- Michael Collins: So while we've been doing all the hard work, you've been dancing with girls.
- Marco Di Pieri: That means you lied to us.
- Michael Collins: You can sell this lot. We've had enough.
- [Marco gives Matthew the tray of sandwiches and he and Michael walk away]
- Matthew McDougal: But, guys!
- Rosie Cartwright: [narrating] Matthew knew he had to get rid of the sandwiches before anyone asked questions. Where better than the last salsa class before the dance?
- Ryan Scott: This mystery woman, she can dance, right?
- Matthew McDougal: Yeah, yeah. She's really cute, too. She's, um, blonde, mature, sophisticated.
- Ryan Scott: Sophisticated? All right.
- Matthew McDougal: Uh... you want a sandwich or two? Half price for you.
- Ryan Scott: [hands Matthew some money] Thanks, buddy.
- [takes two sandwiches]
- Wolf: Got any BLT?
- Matthew McDougal: Uh, no, we specialize in the more exotic selection.
- Wolf: What's wrong with a BLT?
- Matthew McDougal: Um, well, nothing.
- Wolf: BLT's a classic.
- Matthew McDougal: It is. Um...
- Wolf: [takes four sandwiches] These will do. For now.
- Matthew McDougal: Um, you wanna pay for those?
- Wolf: You wanna make me?
- Matthew McDougal: Look, I promise it'll be worth it! Heaps of chiefs do salsa!
- Marco Di Pieri: Why should we trust you?
- Wolf: Oi! You with the sandwiches!
- [Matthew looks at Wolf, horrified]
- Rosie Cartwright: [narrating] Meanwhile, two-day-old sandwiches were beginning to take affect.
- Matthew McDougal: [Wolf pins him against a bathroom wall] Guys, help me.
- Michael Collins: Do you think he needs our help, Marco?
- Marco Di Pieri: No, I think he can handle it by himself, Michael.