["The bastard is in the room next ta me. Don't expect him ta be very helpful though. Now if you'll excuse me."

And before any of them can say anything, she slams the door. Mettaton raises an eyebrow and places his hands on his hips.]

Well. How terribly rude. Hopefully David is more polite.

[It turns out he's even worse, putting the blame on Valerie and slamming the door in their face - or trying, at least, until Mettaton's leg is in the way. He forces a smile and leans forward, lowering his voice to almost a whisper.]

It would be in Valerie's and your best interest to work through whatever you two are butting heads over and pay Miss Yuka. Or else we may need to resort to... drastic measures.

[David and the robot exchange glares for a moment before he informs them that they were kicked off their ship because of their bickering. She wants to get married, he doesn't. So now they disagree over almost everything.]

Well, it just so happens that I used to run an advice show!

["Eh?"]

Marriage counseling, darling. The three of us can help you with your marriage problems.

[A pause.]

Then you can pay Miss Yuka for your rent.