Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Gary Bunda:
Troy, you seen my fiddle? Where's my fiddle? I need -- I'm looking for my fiddle. Where is it?

Troy:
I don't know. Where did you put your fiddle?

[Gary sees his golden fiddle hiding behind Troy's printing machine]

Gary Bunda:
There's my fiddle.

Troy:
No, no, that's my fiddle. That's my fiddle! That's my fiddle!

Gary Bunda:
No, you stay back. It's got roofing tar all over it, alright? You diddled my fiddle!

Troy:
Shh! Alright, fine, fine! I just need to borrow it for tonight, and then I'll give it back tomorrow!

Gary Bunda:
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?! You reek of booze. Did you lose your fiddle?

[cuts to the next scene where Gary and Troy are at bar on why Troy lose his fiddle]

Gary Bunda:
You've been here all Golden Fiddle Week at Burglar's Cove getting slammered?