Mitchell: You won't let me pick one thing, and you want to know why?
Cameron: Because I have better taste than you.
Mitchell: [gasps] I was gonna say because you're a control freak.
Cameron: [gasps]
Mitchell: And how can you think that I have bad taste? We chose the exact same outfit.
Cameron: Did we? I wore fun loafers. You wore sensible Oxfords. Your collar's buttoned down. Mine's a more current widespread. And I chose a bold pocket square to bring out the stripe in the shirt, all of which you wouldn't have thought of because, well, I've already said.
Mitchell: You don't like my Oxfords?
Cameron: I'm sorry. I'm being harsh. They're fine.
Mitchell: Thank you.
Cameron: For a small-town detective. Okay, look. I can't help myself. I did it again. So, I-I don't love them. But I do love you. And I don't want you to feel left out.