Geoff: Erica, just let it go, okay? The sooner I sell these random historical bricks, the sooner I'm off the hook with this guy.
John Calabasas: The next 6 to 18 months are gonna be quite the ride.
Erica: Yeah, this ends now. Here.
Geoff: What's that?
Erica: I'm paying off this scam artist.
John Calabasas: "Artist." Finally. Thank you. Whoa! This says 87 bucks, okay? That's a bit shy of the vague to hundo that we had discussed.
Erica: That's because I got an estimate, and that is the actual amount it costs to fix the dent.
John Calabasas: For the car. What about my pain and suffering?
Erica: Well, I also went to the DMV and found out that your car is registered to a one Barbara Calabasas.
John Calabasas: I didn't know you were gonna do some light digging. Please don't tell Mom I took her sled for a joyride, okay? That woman has a terrible temper.
Erica: Well, then, take that and get out of here.
John Calabasas: Fine. But the joke's on you, because I'm not fixing the dent. I'm spending all this money on lotto tickets and strawberry milk.