- Panini: Hello again, Chowder.
- Chowder: [wearing a fake moustache] Um, hello, Panini. I have a message for you, from Chowder, who I am not.
- Panini: Aha?
- Chowder: Chowder has moved far away and cannot be your boyfriend.
- Panini: Where did he go?
- Chowder: Um, he moved down the street, to another city...
- Panini: Yes?
- Chowder: He's dead. Chowder is dead.
- Panini: Want a cookie, Chowder?
- Chowder: Would I?... Aw, man!