Cameron: H-How did you find me?
Mitchell: Well, you're pretty easy to spot. Look, I-I'm sorry I overreacted, okay? If you want to be Fizbo, be Fizbo.
Cameron: I can never be Fizbo again. Fizbo is dead.
Mitchell: Oh, you're a moving target.
Cameron: Look, I ran into the real Fizbo today, and he squirted me in the face with water and hit me in the head with a book.
Mitchell: What?!
Cameron: See, here, I thought I had created this special, unique thing, but I'm the one that's been a fraud all this time! I'm throwing the suit in the river!
Mitchell: Wait. That's littering. There's a trash can right over here.