RACHEL (tunelessly): I've lied, too;/ I'm fuzzy.
JEREMY: So when Arthur and the Tick go to the Comics Club, Arthur has to go into the Sidekick's Lounge. And it's full of sixteen-year-old boys who joined the circus after their parents died.
RACHEL (absently): What?
JEREMY (patiently): The Sidekick's Lounge. It's full of sixteen-year-old boys who joined the circus after their parents died.
RACHEL: Oh, right. Like Robin.
JEREMY: Like any number of sidekicks in the comics.
As they reach the platform, an extremely attractive young woman in a black lycra bodysuit, flesh-coloured tights, high-heeled leather boots and not much else, is having her short red hair primped by another woman. Strange. JEREMY & RACHEL turn around in time to see an archetypally unshaven photographer doing important-looking things with his flash.
JEREMY: Ah, fashion.
It's a photo shoot.
RACHEL: Oh, right.
They walk past.
JEREMY: And they all wore tights. The sidekicks. Did I mention the importance of tights?
RACHEL: Surely the tights go without saying. And the boots.
JEREMY: Super-hero boots. Yes. Very important.
RACHEL (still on Grant Lee Buffalo): Da da dah. Da da dah, da-da da DAH da DAH.
JEREMY (suddenly): Can we go back there and watch?
On the train to Town Hall Station, JEREMY impersonates a frog.