Mateo: [sings] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Cheyenne: Aww. You don't have to...
Mateo: [continues singing] ♪ Don't interrupt me, dear Cheyenne ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to ♪ [riffing] [gasps] ♪ You ♪
Cheyenne: Thanks, but my birthday isn't till Saturday.
Mateo: Oh, I know. I just wanted to make sure that when you finally have your first legal drink, it's from me. So are we gonna have a party?
Cheyenne: Nah. We're broke as ass right now, so we'll probably just stay home and eat SpaghettiOs and listen to the neighbors fight.
Mateo: No, you... you have to have a party. Just ask your friends to chip in or, I don't know, charge them to come.
Cheyenne: You think people wanna pay to watch me get drunk?
Mateo: Cheyenne, you're young and hot. People would pay to watch you kill a goat.
Cheyenne: Thank you.
Mateo: We are throwing you a party.
Cheyenne: Yay!