6-2-5:
Hmmph, Gantu schmantu. Who needs him? Nothing but a pain in the patookie anyhow. Didn't even like my egg salad. [mockingly] "More mayonnaise, less dill weed."
Lilo:
Uh, hello?
6-2-5:
Sorry, we're not open.
Lilo:
"Open"?
6-2-5:
I'm turning this dump into the best spaceship-shaped sandwich shop on the island.
Lilo:
Where's Gantu?
6-2-5:
He left. But I'm naming a sandwich after him; The Open-Faced Double-Decker Blubber Butt.
Lilo:
[cringing] I won't ask what's in it. [innocently] I brought you something.
[6-2-5 takes out a sandwich from a paper bag]
6-2-5:
[surprised] Peanut butter and jelly? [sniffs, bashfully] Gee, nobody's ever made me a sandwich. [chuckles, then looks suspiciously] Hey, what do you want?
Lilo:
I need to call Stitch.
6-2-5:
Sorry. Videophone's busted, like everything else in this dump.
Lilo:
Can you fix it?
6-2-5:
Why should I? Gantu's the only one who'd call, and I ain't answering. From now on, I'm looking out for old number 6-2-5.
Lilo:
6-2-5? I never gave you a name, did I?
6-2-5:
A name? For me?
Lilo:
Let's see. How about Patty, short for Patty Melt.
[6-2-5 frowns]
Lilo:
Or Monte, like a Monte Cristo?
[6-2-5 holds his nose]
Lilo:
Or Pita, Pita, Sandwich Eata! [chuckles]
6-2-5:
[sarcastic chuckle] I don't think so.
Lilo:
I know! Reuben!
6-2-5 [now named Reuben]:
Huh. The classic corned beef and sauerkraut on rye. Reuben! Ooh, I like that. (I think I'll keep that one.) So, uh, does this give me official cousin status? You know, full ohana rights? All that aloha stuff?
Lilo:
Depends. You have to give aloha to get some back. So, you're gonna help me fix the videophone?
Reuben:
Sure. Why not? It's Lilo, right?
