Mitchell: Well, we wouldn't have to break anything if you were a better liar.
Cameron: If you're trying to make me feel bad about not being as good a liar as you- What are you doing?
Mitchell: A hat rack fell through the window. Remember? One, two, three-
Cameron: Mitchell, wait. L-I I can't do this. I quit. You might be comfortable with all this lying, but I'm not.
Mitchell: Oh, please. Where was all this conscience when I got us into the first-class lounge at the airport and you chewed Angela Lansbury's ear off? You know what you are? You're like a mob wife. You look down at me and my ways but you're happy to wear the mink coat that fell off the back of the truck.
Cameron: How dare you.