Scott: What do you think that one looks like?Don: A pig.Scott: I see an ice cream cone.Stuart: No, it's a firetruck.Scott: Oh maybe it could be a rabbit holding a barbie.Don: Oh yeah!Stuart: No man, it's definitely a firetruck.Don: You know something, it could be a ferris wheel. Upside down though.Stuart: (Losing it) Are you guys out of your minds? It's a f*cking firetruck.Scott: Whoa, Stuart. Relax. It can be anything. That's the fun of the cloud game.Stuart: I realize that. But I've never seen a cloud that is so blatantly a firetruck. Are you guys messing with me?Don: To be honest, I don't see a firetruck at all. An ambulance maybe.Stuart: No one respects you, Don.Scott: Hey man, you have got to chill.Don: To be honest, I d-Stuart: Stop starting your sentences with "To be honest" it's really annoying.Don: Damn it man, why can't you chilax?Stuart: (Turning to Scott) I'm going to punch him. I swear to God I'm going to hit him right in the face.Scott: What's gotten into you?Stuart: It's a fucking firetruck!Scott slaps Stuart across the faceStuart stares at him angrilyScott: Better?Stuart: Nothing's changed. It's a firetruck still.Don hits Stuart in the face, Scott spalshes water on him.Stuart: That's not helping anything. Jesus!Don brandishes a knife, Stuart runs away.Scott: (Looking up in the sky) Oh, I see it now.Don: Ditto.Scott: I told you to stop saying that.