NEIL: The toilet's broken, but we can't let the landlord in to fix it until we clean the apartment.

MR. WIGGLES: And we can't clean the apartment until we buy some cleaning products.

NEIL: But we can't buy cleaning products until we pay back the $250,000 in debts we owe to those bookies.

MR. WIGGLES: And we can't get $250,000 until we sell that duffel bag of meth we stole from that Mexican drug lord.

NEIL: And we can't sell off those drugs until El Lobo reverses the green light on our assassination.

MR. WIGGLES: And El Lobo won't call off the hit until we've found the bodies of a middle-aged bald man and a teddy bear and set them on fire in an abandoned car to fake our own deaths.

NEIL: I told you, we should have never gone to Tijuana!

MR. WIGGLES: Guess I'm shitting in the sink again . . .