Last Day in Florida





Darryl:[to Kevin] What's a skinny guy like Toby know about cookies? You can't trust him to understand the wants and needs of the thick man. Maybe Toby from two years ago.
Phyllis:[laughs] Yeah.
Kevin:That's true. If I have a question about my cookies at midnight, who am I gonna call? Darryl. Toby's probably in bed with some model.
Darryl:Thank you.
Toby:I'm, I'm not gonna comment on my personal life.
Darryl:Look, I need this. Ok? Your daughter is a pretty little girl. Let her go door-to-door. You think people gonna buy cookies from my [hesitates] chubby daughter?
Phyllis:Oh. [looks away]