- what she says: i'm fine
- what she means: now i think it's quite clear that i'm comfortable here, floating, as pickles do. i wake up, i float. i float all day. did i used to float? no, i damn well didn't; i used to play drums for an acclaimed rock and roll band, a band so good that The Beatles, our enemies, quit making music, grew mullets, and opened up a really good pizza shop in Cleveland. yes, we were on top of the world, but you let the music get away from you, you idiot men, you blew it all on wine and trampolines! did it ever occur to you, Steven Rootbeer, that i loved you and your mustache? well i don't any more, and i see you've shaved your mustache, you idiot - and Gene, you were like a brother to me, but pickles don't have brothers, clearly. in short gentlemen, i don't care if you're getting the band back together, you can't - you can go to a baseball. the day we broke up was the best day of my life. now, if you'll excuse me, i've gotta float, because that's what pickles DO.
I actually love Roy's mustache, it's soooooo sexy 😍😍😍