Garrett: Hey, what's up, skinny?
Mateo: What?
Garrett: You look like you lost like, 20 pounds or something.
Mateo: Okay, you obviously want something from me, but I still like it.
Garrett: You know, I was thinking, since you're so close with Erick, if you wouldn't mind introducing me as a friend.
Mateo: Wait, you want me to be your wingman for that middle-aged guy in Crocs who I've had one conversation with?
Garrett: Hey, look, hey, all you need you to do is set it up, and I'll knock it down.
Mateo: What is that? Is that a black thing? Can I start saying it?
Garrett: No, it's bowling.