[Despite his better urges, Howard speaks up:]

We certainly do like a lot of things. Primarily...uh, places. Things that are places. Around here. What kind of places do you have around here.

[Howard wishes he could just sink into this cobblestone street, never to be seen again. His cheeks flush, embarrassed by his bad attempt at speaking, before his gaze turns to his shoes.]

[Man, he needs to get new shoes.]