Seven years to train a dolphin? He’ll never repay that student loan.
“So, Bob, what are you studying at dolphin school?”
“Oh, mine retrieval, bopping frogmen in the crotch, stuff like that. How about you, Frank?”
“Art therapy.”
“Frank, in seven years, you’re going to be back at your parents house living in the basement and watching porn on the Internet.”
“Beats the crap out of fighting with sharks and killer whales.”