Mitchell: Look, I-I gotta say, um... I don't... I don't think you stole anything.
Cameron: What do you mean?
Mitchell: Well, you said he hit you in the head with a book. I mean, I thought Fizbo was all about joy.
Cameron: He is. He's the embodiment of childlike innocence.
Mitchell: Exactly. Fizbo would never resort to violence. This guy doesn't sound like Fizbo to me.
Cameron: Well, he sure looked like him.
Mitchell: Fizbo's more than just a-a pair of big shoes and an... un-sexy jacket. He... He's an idea. If I've learned anything today, it's that clothes do not make the man... or the clown. And you are the real Fizbo.