[He's in denial here. The pillow snatching works and D gets a look for it, but he presses on with his happiness just to be a punk about it. His arms move back to rest behind his head, instead, as he continues to lounge all over that couch.]

I don't know, eat pizza? I'll figure something out. Just because you don't know how to have a good time doesn't mean I don't.

[Like, he says this, but he has to be working to take a vacation from it...]