Nick: What's up, gentlemen? Just hanging out outside in the parking lot? We're not doing anything.
Oscar: We don't need a chaperone.
Nick: Calling me a 'rone? I'm not a 'rone. I'm basically the same guy as you. We're wearing the same shirt. I'm a good guy, I'm having fun. I'm just... I'm bored in there, I'm looking to hang out. Is that a crime, officers? Say, you guys got any billy whizz? Any juice, any sweet Mary Jane? I'm looking.
Felipe: Okay, if you're really not a chaperone why don't you take a sip of this?
Nick: Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I got nothing to prove.
Oscar: Are you a 'rone or not?
Nick: Give me that. [drinks, spits out] What is that? Is that a suicide? The soda flavors all mix together.
Felipe: You know it, bro.
Nick: That was super intense. Sorry, I spit some of it up.
Oscar: He's cool.