Well, you don't have to give it me. Got me own, don't I? [Just don't tell Too and everything will be fine.

Unsurprisingly, Jess' concerns are something Rudy hasn't even considered. He looks perplexed at her worry, shrugging his shoulders as though acting like it doesn't matter automatically means that it really doesn't.]

Since when did we start figuring out what we're going to do? It seems all right so far. I mean, nobody's died yet. No one's making us pick up any litter. I vote we just sit around, do nothing, and if things go to shit we worry about it then.