Roy Munson: It's a tattoo. Relax.
Ishmael Boorg: Tattoo! How could you let me do this? How could you?
Roy Munson: I don't know. I don't remember a thing. The whole night's a blur to me, all right?
Ishmael: I've committed a sin. I've... I've desecrated my body. Can't go home now. No. Can't go home!
Roy Munson: It'll come right off. They'll just burn it off in a jiffy.
Ishmael Boorg: Hey, this isn't so bad.
Roy Munson: Ohhh...
Ishmael Boorg: What's the matter?
Roy Munson: Nothing.
Ishmael is shocked to find a small tattoo on his chest. When Roy tries to calm him down, he himself is shocked at the much larger tattoo on his back.