[Papyrus opens his mouth to complain about Sans accepting food and requesting rides when he doesn't even have an income, then pauses.]

Hmmmmm... Come to think of it. I remember looking for a job. But I don't remember... if I actually got one. [For whatever value of "actually" applies to dreams. They can argue about whether it was real or dream later.] Maybe there's paperwork. For taxes.

[Not everyone's as lax about it as Undyne, or as enigmatic about it as whoever it is that hires the sentries, right?]