Mitchell: Look, I'm sorry. For the past few weeks, I've been rolling my eyes at you, thinking that you had this pathological need to be liked by everyone, but I couldn't have been more wrong. All right? People are just drawn to you.
Cameron: No, I do have a pathological need to be liked.
Mitchell: I knew it.
Cameron: This is a stupid prank gone wrong, and I've- I'm separated from the guys. I wanted them to like me so much I stole a goat. I'm a rustler, Mitchell. I'm a filthy rustler.
Mitchell: Okay, well, that seems worse to you than it does to me.