KEVIN: Hi, I'm Kevin. Vacuum, sir?
FRANK: Have you any machines?
KEVIN: What kind of machines?
FRANK: Machines. With food in them.
KEVIN: You don't want to eat from a machine. Go across the street. Del Taco. They got great enchiritos.
FRANK: But I DO wat to eat from a machine. Vended food contains all the nutrients necessary for survival. Tastes damn good too, by golly!"
KEVIN: Hmmm.
FRANK: An plus, on any given evening the machine which last night gave me Cheetohs might instead dispense Doritos, Oreos, YoHos, Tostidos, or Lorna Doones. You see?
KEVIN: Lorna Dones? I love Lorna Doones. All we got left is Ding Dongs.
FRANK: The randomness of it all is quite apalling. It is, in fact, too random to be random.