Shelby: Winston, what are you doing?
Winston: Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. I have come here to listen to you. Should I have interrupted you to tell you that? Probably not. So how... how are you? Tell me about your life, and how is everything?
Shelby: Winston, what am I supposed to do? I was a booty call for two years, and then I was nothing for two years. You show up bragging after all this time like nothing has changed. What do you want me to think?
Winston: That I'm an idiot. And you know what? You're right, and I'm sorry. It's just that since I've stopped playing ball, I realize I'm not that good at this. And, quite frankly, you are way out of my league. That is clear now. But... I do hope this is not the last time I see you, but whatever you want, I'm cool with.
Shelby: I got to get back to work.
Winston: Yeah. Yeah, I'll help you. [wipes counter] See?
Shelby: I'm the manager.
Winston: Oh, you're the manager?
Shelby: Yeah.
Winston: Wow, that's amazing.
Shelby: It's okay.