Winston: Let me explain something to you, okay? Furguson is my cat. I found him first.
Gil: Well, you may have found Furguson, but Sweatshirt found me.
Winston: I see you want to play hardball here. How about this?
Cece: Mm-hmm.
Winston: We settle things the way we do on the street.
Cece: Mm-hmm.
Winston: Catcall.
Cece: What?
Winston: We let Furguson decide.
Cece: Oh, yeah.
Gil: Fine. We'll leave the decision in his paws.
Cece: Which are now incredibly strong, thanks to his new set of, uh, mini-dumbbells. You're welcome. [Winston chuckling] Ooh, ooh!