"(Eureka leaves; Renton talks to himself) Renton: Sis, this is amazing. She's the ideal girl that doesn't think the things I say are strange. (blushes) Sure she's a little weird, but she's so worried about having trashed my room that she wants to use a flamethrower to burn...burn...BURN?! (explosion; Renton heads up to check on Eureka) Renton: Wha-wha-what exactly do you think you're doing?! Eureka: A funeral. Renton: A funeral?! But nobody here has died. Wait a minute! There is still some things I can use in there - (he tries to put out flames by stomping on them) HOT!! Oh, no, my clies are being sent to heaven! My clies! My clies! (Renton cries; Eureka smiles and laughs at him)."