"Shut up. SHUT UP, ART, SHUT UP! God, you don't know when to quit, do you?! Look at me! I'm a shell of a man because of you, Art! YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE! GET OFF THEIR CASE ALREADY! They didn't do anything to us! They didn't do anything to us! All right, so they're different, so they keep to themselves! Can you blame them?! They live next door to people who break into their house and burn it down while they're gone for the day! Remember what you were saying about people in the 'burbs, Art? People like Skip? People who mow their lawn for the 800th time, and then SNAP?! WELL, THAT'S US! IT'S NOT THEM, THAT'S US! WE'RE the ones who are vaulting over the fences, and peeking in through people's windows! We're the ones who are throwing garbage in the street, and lighting fires! WE'RE the ones who are acting suspicious and paranoid, Art! WE'RE THE LUNATICS! US! IT'S NOT THEM! It's us."