Janitor: Gentlemen, Crazy-Eyes Margo. I've called the Brain Trust together for one reason: I have to find a way to make Blonde Doctor mine.
Randall: Burn down her apartment.
Troy: I have an idea, but we're gonna need a tugboat.
Janitor: Tugboats and arson, that's all I ever get from you guys. We call this a Brain Trust, and I'm the one with all the solutions. I saved you from that eagle, Randall. I saved your job, Troy. And Margo, I found your birth mother! She was a tree person, remember? Now there's no shame in that. I'm sorry, guys, but I've had enough. I'm afraid I have to find a new Brain Trust.