(..) You know I'm retired from hero work. As am I, Robert. Yet, here we are. E, I only need a patch job. For sentimental reasons. Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit. - You're the best of the best, E. - Yes, I know, darling. I know. Don't answer it, honey, I got it! - Hello? (..)

(..) And you've torn right through it! What have you been doing, Robert? Moonlighting hero work? Must have happened a long time ago. I see. This is a hobo suit, darling. You can't be seen in this. I won't allow it! - Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now? - What do you mean? You designed it. (..)

(..) because I don't have any room. What do you mean? Yeah, I'm packed to the gills. Jimmy Carter. No relation. I interview hobos for the Hobo Times. Drive all over the USA. And I have to tell you. Lady hobos? Hard to find. I think you're mistaken. I'm not a hobo. Second of all, that's a real thing, the Hobo Times? Yeah, it's real enough to pay for my rent and gas. So, how long have you been out on the road? I'm not "on the road." (..)