Winston: Oh. I think, we got one, Trevlo! $12,000? You out of your damn mind, man?
Trevlo: No, no, no.
Winston: You got to work with me, Trevlo.
Trevlo: Can't do it, baby.
Winston: Come on, Jess, you told me this dude was your friend.
Jess: Friend is a stretch. I rear-ended him in a drive-thru, and he gave me his card.
Trevlo: Blessings.