Chris: Excuse me. I have a delivery for Mr. Wayne Gretzky.
Black Bodyguard: He didn't order a pizza. Do I look like I was born yesterday?
Drew: But it is his room?
Black Bodyguard: Get lost, kids.
Chris: Sir, I don't think you understand. My brother is a really big hockey fan, and we skipped school just to see Mr. Gretzky.
Black Bodyguard: Look, I can't help you.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Yeah, you could.
Black Bodyguard: ...so please leave now.
Drew: Come on, Chris.