John Calabasas: So, dudes, for $99.99, I can turn you into stars. Or detail your cars. Either way.
Barry: You two, leave.
John Calabasas: Whoa! There's a man who knows what he wants. What do you want?
Barry: Your search is over. I got your next boy band right here.
John Calabasas: Excellent! I would love to meet this child that you are obscuring behind your strange body.
Barry: The child is me. I and my similarly shaped amigos will become the next Menudo. But, you know, in English.