ALEX: Well, here we are.
DRINKY: Where are we?
MARK: You don't know?
DRINKY: ... nope.
ALEX: Oh come on. You have to remember something.
DRINKY: I'm drawin' a blank.
ALEX: Think hard, Binky. You lived here for years before you were split into three paperclips only to descend into an alcohol-induced haze of bitter memories.
DRINKY: It's all just a blue, yellow and green haze.
MONK: Welcome home.