Fiddleford: So, where's that dog I've always heard you talk about?
Stanley: Oh, he's right here.
[Camera panned to Ford, with a collar around his neck, sitting at his feet writing in a journal]
Fiddleford: This is your brother.
Stanley: Well, he's a little big, but who says big dogs don't do what they're told?
Stanford: Are you feeling better, Fiddleford?
Fiddleford: Your brother spoke. That's all Stanford. That's definitely your brother.
Stanley: Yes, that's right. I think he has the personality.
Fiddleford: Because it's your brother! I think you're completely ignoring the fact that he's your own brother on a leash.
Stanley: He was actually being assisted. Did I mention that?
Fiddleford: Is that true?
Stanley: It's a shame to say that I paid off his mortgage for thirty years, and he's unemployed, so I'm responsible for supporting him.
[Fiddleford looks down at Stanford]
Stanford: When I was about to kill the demon, he suddenly opened the teleporter, and I went back to this dimension.
Fiddleford: OK, so what's your name now?
Stanley: I call him sixer.
Stanford: Actually my full name is Stanford Filbrick Pines.
Fiddleford: I totally get it. So it's some kind of foster relationship. You're a loser with no income, living in a basement and relying on your brother to support yourself.
Stanford: No Fiddle, my brother was right, he volunteered.
Fiddleford: All right! Even if that's the case, why do you just go along with your brother? !
Stanford: He cooks, he cleans the house, he acts as an orgy, he watches over me when I don't admit it, and he gives me all the love he can.
Fiddleford: Will he give you his love?
Stanford: I'll tell you he never stopped loving me (even though I didn't love him)