Charles: How did your prints end up on a wrench that was sent to this police station?
Eric: That wrench went missing two weeks ago. I thought someone took it out of the back of my truck.
Jake: Of course, that sounds...
Charles: Totally reasonable, Eric.
Jake: Or should I call you by your real name?
Charles: Johnny Franzia.
Eric: I don't know who that is.
Charles: Uh-oh. Something stinks. Something stinks real bad. Did you poop?
Eric: No.
Jake: You did. You pooped.
Charles: Oh, God, it's everywhere.
Jake: What did you eat, buddy?
Eric: Today? I had some oatmeal.
Charles: Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna lie you down, I'm gonna take your pants off, and I'm gonna wipe your little tushy.
Eric: What is going on?
Charles: I actually have the same question. Hold on one second. Jake?