Cameron: [on the phone] I'm sorry to ask you to get your own birthday cake but I can't get ahold of any-anyone else.
Jay: Can't do it. I'm on my way to the lake, finally. Just get something at the grocery store.
Cameron: I am not getting you a grocery-store cake. Gloria asked me to handle this. She's gonna yell at me, Jay. She can be mean in Spanish.
Jay: Okay, fine. [to Stella] Let's wrap this up, Princess.
Cameron: Okay. Love you. Bye.