(The gang had gone into New York for a special birthday celebration in Richard's honor - and by extension, Scooter's honor - at a bookstore on Allen Street, and has since returned home.)
Nora: Come on, Beige, save some of the truffles for Scooter - they are for him, after all.
Beige: (mouth full of truffles) Please, Nora, I'm assisting Scooter in eating these - if he consumed the whole box he'd get a bellyache.
Storyteller: Well, at the rate you're going, he won't be able to tell if he'd ever get a bellyache.
Erin: (exiting kitchen with large pitcher of orange juice and five tumblers) How do the new specs look, Scooter?
Scooter: (studying appearance in mirror) I kinda look like Harry Potter - all that's missing is the lightning bolt scar.
The orange juice is poured out, and there is a toast to Richard - as all five yell "Your face" and knock back the juice.