August: I have got the perfect present for you.
Tommy: A present? What for?
August: Christmas. What, you didn't get me anything?
Tommy: Ha. No, are you kidding? No, of c- Not get you anything? Of course I got you something. I, uh I got you the perfect something. It's perfect, and it's, uh, it's really something. Yeah.
August: You're so sweet.