Mitchell: Oh, my God. Please be cool.
Cameron: I'm always cool. Hello!
Biker: There's some pretty fancy shoes.
Cameron: Thank you?
Mitchell: So, listen, we don't want any trouble, uh, but my my friend and I-
Cameron: "Friend"? Really?
Mitchell: Yeah. We have a little cab problem.
Cameron: Our cab broke down, and we are trying to get to our daughter. The daughter my friend and I have together.
Biker: Well, that ain't right. Daddies should be with their little girls. Seriously, where can I get a pair of them shoes?
Mitchell: He wants your shoes. Give him your shoes.
Cameron: What? All right.
Biker: I don't want your shoes. I want to get me own.
Mitchell: He doesn't want your shoes. Put your shoes on.