Cynthia's Dad: May I help you?
Malcolm: Hi. I'm Malcolm. I don't know if you remember...
Cynthia's Dad: I'm not sure. I have a vague recollection of you throwing a brick through my daughter's window. Oh, and I think you're the kid who ruined her party and humiliated her in a public toilet. How am I doing? Now, if you don't mind...
Cynthia: It's okay, Dad.