Olaf's been sneaking into dark corners to partake in some of the product he'd had on him when he arrived, but when he needs a new drink, he ends up fielding a very obvious, yet amusing question. "Well, there was this one purple door that led to an incredibly frightening ladies' room, but I doubt it's the one you meant," Olaf says, sniffing as he fumbles through his pockets to slide his lighter away. "Which one did you come from?" he asks, of the multiple doors around them.