[Anze Kopitar and Drew Doughty sit in cardboard boxes, making engine and laser sounds]
Kopitar: PEW PEW! PEW PEW! More scout troopers coming up behind us!
Doughty: I've got 'em Anze! You go ahead to the shield generator! PEW PEW! PEW!
Kopitar: All right! /engine noises
Doughty: Hey, Anze?
Kopitar: Drew, you're supposed to be dealing with the scouts on our tail!
Doughty: Yeah, but I was thinking. we're both in our 20s, and...
Kopitar: Hey! You're right! And we make millions of dollars....
[Kopitar and Doughty begin climbing out of their boxes]
[door opens, and Dean Lombardi walks in with Mike Richards]
Lombardi: Hey guys, playing Star Wars in your boxes again?
Kopitar: Nope, we're done with that, Mr. Lombardi!
Doughty: Yeah! We're going to go buy motorcycles!
Lombardi: Well, that's nice. This is Mike Richards. He will be playing with you guys this year
Richards: What's up, dudes! I didn't know you ride. That's awesome! You could probably pick up some major tail on a bike. /goes for a fust bump
Kopitar: We're going to get motorcycles because they make better speeders than these boxes! And we totally can, because we're grown ups!
Lombardi: I thought you were done with Star Wars.
[Douhgty and Kopitar laugh]
Doughty: No! We're just done with the boxes! Hey, Mike, you want to go ride bikes with us?
Richards: Ugh, dudes, you're in LOS F'ING ANGELES! Let's go get some F'ING CLAM! Who's with me?!
[takes off shirt. Leaves]
Kopitar: Mr. Lombardi, do they even have clams in Los Angeles?
Lombardi: Just go with Drew to get your motorcycles.