David: [rooting through the bag] Is there a problem, Wayne?
Wayne: It's just I can't really use any of this. It's too, you know...
Stevie: Funky?
Wayne: Sure. Let's go with that.
David: Okay, let's take your oily hands off my clothes.
Stevie: You sure you can't take any of this stuff? Some of this stuff's pretty good.
Wayne: Um, maybe we can use the sneakers.
David: Maybe the sneakers? This is French suede, with a vulcanized-rubber instep, okay? You've lost my trust and my business, so... [to Stevie] We'll be leaving now. What is this place? What is this place?