Todd: [hungover throughout] Uhhh....uhhhh...where am I? What happened last night? What happened, where am I......? Camera...camera...oh geez. Guys...guys, can we not...can we not do this right now? Like some other time, 'cause I just woke up this morning feeling like...P. Diddy. Feels really nasty, like you don't even know. Like, oh, my God, my mouth...my mouth tastes like a diaper. Can you...get me something to wash my mouth out, or...you know, brush my teeth with. [Image of Jack Daniels bottle. From Todd's POV, he's looking at one that's half-full] Guys, that's not funny. I can't even look at this right now. Piano...fine, piano.