(Later, back at the treehouse)
Zabuza: Where's Kisame?
Haku: He crawled into the heating duct.
Kisame: You snitchin' bitch!
Zabuza: Turn up the heat.
(Haku adjusts the thermostat; ventilation fans spin up)
Zabuza: (staring at duct) Good. (walks over to opening in the duct) Kisame, get out here before I hit you.
Kisame: No.
Zabuza: Haku and I are out here doing my damnedest to get ready to put on the best talk show possible. And you're balled up in here like a big blue fish.
Kisame: I ain't coming out, man.
Zabuza: How'd you fit in here?
Kisame: I need to be alone.
Zabuza: Did you speak with the orb?
Kisame: No.
Zabuza: Let me just break your arms. (pulls out his pipe wrench)
Kisame: No.
Zabuza: (knocks off the vent cover with the wrench) But now, it's time for you to come down and make our audience happy. (crawls up into the vent opening)
Kisame: Just get away!
Zabuza: Damn, it's hot in here.
Kisame: Get out of here!
Zabuza: I'm stuck.
Kisame: Get out!
Zabuza: I'm stuck!
Kisame: Get out!
Zabuza: Look, Kisame, now I'm stuck.
Kisame: (his eyes peering back evilly from the darkness) Get out of here!
Zabuza: Are you happy?
Kisame: GET OUT!
Zabuza: Haku, grab my ankles and pull.
Haku: (pulls on Zabuza's ankles) Just let go!
Zabuza: Come on, Haku. Kisame needs to be alone.
Haku: You have to let go, sir!
Kisame: GET OUT!
Zabuza: Come over here.
Kisame: Back off!
Zabuza: I'm gonna bite your head off.
Kisame: Get out!
Zabuza: Haku!
Haku: Your boot came off.
Zabuza: Haku, grab my ankles and pull!
Haku: I wonder if that's drinkable.
(Cut to Zabuza's living room. He and Haku are watching the show on their TV)
Haku: This goes on for a while. Like an hour.
Zabuza: But I got out, right?
Haku: Yes... but then you got back in.
Zabuza: Did you get the part where I was Zabuza, a Tribute to Evil and Sanding off People's Faces? (Echo)
Haku: No, I recorded over that.
Zabuza: WHAT?
Haku: Um, I mean... I couldn't find it.
Kisame: Then what the FUCK was the point of sanding my face off?
Haku: Aw, don't be mad. You'll find a way to cope with your freakish noselessness... maybe.
Zabuza: Bullshit!
Kisame: I shall hate you forever.