Dean McCoppin: Found your pet.
Hogarth Hughes: Where?
Dean McCoppin: It's up my leg, man. Squirrel's in my pants, Hogarth, and it's climbing its way out of here.
Hogarth Hughes: Don't wig out.
Dean McCoppin: Okay, it's heading north now. I'm sorry, kid.
[to the people in the restaurant]
Dean McCoppin: Excuse me! I'd like to apologize to everyone in advance for this.
[zips down his fly to let the squirrel out, which cause a loud commotion]
Dean McCoppin: Check, please.