Francis: Richie...
Richie: No time to talk, man.
Francis: Wait, this is important.
Richie: Dude, watch it. This shirt was a gift from Edwin. It cost 200 bucks.
Francis: Richie, I'm trying to tell you something.
Richie: Well, you'd better say it quick. Edwin'll freak if I'm late for the match. We've got early dinner reservations.
Francis: You know what? It can wait.
Richie: Fine.
Francis: No, wait. I have to tell you this. You're my friend, and I owe it to you. Spangler is only being nice to you so that we all hate you and beat the snot out of you.
Richie: I can't believe it.
Francis: I know.
Richie: You're jealous of me and Edwin being buds, so you're trying to shove a wedge between us. That's sad, man.
Francis: Just remember I told you.
Richie: Whatever, man. Sour grapes.
Francis: But I told you.
Richie: Whatever.