Dogbert: I know you; you're filbert's ego.
Dilbert's Ego: Correct. I disowned him. Me just wasn't feeding me enough.
Dogbert: What can a little ego do to feed itself.
Dilbert: Which way to the toupee store.
Dilbert: Well, if you're my ego, I order you to get back inside me.
Ego: You don't seem to understand who's in charge here. Without me, you're nothing!
Dilbert: I do feel a bit insecure.
Ego: Now dance for me, ha ha ha, dance!
Dilbert: Yikes! What are you?!
Ego: Do not panic. I am your ego. My ego??...shouldn't you be inside me someplace?
Ego: Well, yes, normally we egos feed within the body.
Dilbert: So what the heck are you doing out here?
Ego: You're starving me, man. I'm going to try out for a play or something.