Claire: No. Oh, my gosh, no. You can't cut the line. Sorry.
Man: I was here.
Claire: Uh-uh. I-I've been here for an hour and a half and you haven't been, so you cut the line.
Man: Whatever.
Mitchell: Whoa. Excuse me, sir. I don't think you understand. You're not getting in front of us.
Man: Calm down, gingerbread.
Mitchell: Are you gonna move or not?
Man: No.
Claire: Oh, no.
Mitchell: [grabs man in chokehold] Then you leave me no choice.
Claire: Oh, my God.
Mitchell: Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep.