Zim, in Dib’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night?
Dib, knocking Zim off: WHAT THE HELL?!
Dib: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor!
Dib: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old?
Zim: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there-
Dib, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL!
Zim: That is not what I meant—
Dib: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!
Zim: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too.
Zim: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night?
Dib: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while.
Zim, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!
Dib: I did not consent to this-
Zim, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden!
Dib, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s six-foot-one, he’s got red hair.
Zim: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it.
Dib: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me.
Zim: Oh, maybe together we could—
Dib: No! You don’t even pay for the water!