Lulu: “So you say you’re driving for this new service?”
Spicoli: “Uh-huh. Those Doritos aren’t going to pay for themselves, dude.”
Chaplin: “Do you think we could drive for it too?”
Spicoli: “Well, I don’t know. You might have a little trouble getting your Magic Flying Coaster approved as a delivery vehicle.”
Chaplin: “‘Approved’? You mean the company will tell us what we can drive and what we have to do?”
Spicoli: “Well, yeah, dude, that’s how these things work. They supply the products and take a percentage of what you make.”

Spicoli: “Well, gotta go! Busy schedule! Later, dudes!”

Later …

Chaplin: “I still think we should get in on this delivery thing. Then we can buy snacks too.”
Charlee: “Maybe, but I don’t like the idea of being told what we have to drive and what we have to do and giving up a percentage. We should just do it on our own.”
Chaplin: “That sounds all right, but how will we get the products?”
Lulu: “Oh you guys can leave that to me. I know just where to go.”

Momentarily …

Charlee: “What’s this thing?”
Lulu: “It’s called a ‘green waste container’. Dada dumps grass in it all the time. I guess he has no idea he’s just been throwing money away.”