Mr. White: Alright Jason, it's very simple. There's a piece of lint somewhere on my person. All you have to do is find it and remove it, alright?
Bea Van Arsdale: [whispering] Why are they making us do this?
Edie: [whispering] For the money. I mean, for the play money. It's a game. By the way, you did really well identifying those cleansers strictly by smell.
Bea Van Arsdale: [whispering] Thanks, it's fun to sniff vapors.
Edie: [whispering] Yeah, I'm proud of you.
Bea Van Arsdale: [whispering] That's the first time anyone's ever said that to me.
Jason Van Arsdale: Now, if I were a piece of lint, where would I be?
Mr. White: Hurry up and find it little boy. I don't like knowing there's a foreign object on me.
[squirming]
Mr. White: I'm beginning to get the heebie-jeebies. Please find it soon, Jason.
Jason Van Arsdale: I'm looking! Relax!
Mr. White: [turns to Mrs. White] He wants me to relax.
Mrs. White: I heard.
Mr. White: [grabs Jason's face by the cheeks] Listen, mister! I'm doing this for your benefit now you shut your trap and find that lint! Oh my god, oh! I can practically feel it burning a hole through my sweater!
Mrs. White: Oh!
Mr. White: Look up higher, Jason! Listen to me, I just told you it was on my sweater!
Mrs. White: Take it easy puddin', I'm right here!
Mr. White: Look! Somewhere here on my torso, Jason! For crying out loud, find it! Ah, god, I feel like I've got a scorpion on me!
Mrs. White: Are you alright?
Mr. White: No, I am not, Rita! What were we thinking? I mean, lint can consist of any number of disgusting things like flea eggs and pubic hair. And now it's on me and this little pea-brain can't even find it!
Edie: [whispering] Get it, Jason.
Mr. White: [shaking Jason by the shoulders] Hurry up and find it before I'm completely disgusted!
Mrs. White: Oh little boy can't you see my husband is in agony? Now you get it!
Mr. White: [still shaking Jason] Find it!
Mrs. White: Get it!
Edie: Get it!
Mr. White: [still shaking Jason] Find it!
Edie: Get it!
Mr. White: [still shaking Jason] Yes, find it!
Edie: Get it, Jason! No!
Mrs. White: [Jason vomits all over Mr. and Mrs. White as they scream in disgust] Tomato sauce, oh!
