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While Pete is limping out of the building with help from Maura, Gabe takes a bathroom break and meets one of the patrons of the show.
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| Hey, aren't you here with that wimpy-ass emo kid who had to tell the whole place that a pussy band like New Found Glory covered Poison?! | |
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| Uh... I don't know what you're talking about, really. | |
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| Yeah right, I saw you hanging out with him all night. Next time you better tell your little friend to keep his fuckin' trap shut or else dumbass kids like you won't be allowed in this place no more! | |
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| Listen guy, I know my friend has a big mouth but you have no right to do that! This is an all ages club, we're allowed here when we want to be. I should go tell the owner you threatened us! | |
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| Kid, I AM the owner. This place is called Big Bart's Rock Joint... I'm Big Bart. Don't believe me, ask Rocko the door guy... he'll pound it into you. | |
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| Oh wow, look at that... suddenly my urge to pee in this bathroom has decreased, I think I'll go use the one in the diner across the street... | |
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