[Snowbell looks at a restaurant menu]

Salmon, catfish, tuna... Why do they taunt me?

How can you think of food at a time like this? Stay on track, will you?

Look, I'm nervous. When I'm nervous, I eat. Cause I know, in my growling gut, that if anything happens to you, I'll be blamed! I'm sure the Littles already know we're gone and are planning on replacing me with a hamster!

Don't worry. George has us covered.

George?! George doesn't know poop from applesauce! And I say that with a great deal of affection.