Mr. Glascott: The city does bring out the worst in us, but great news, I can give you a ride.
Adam: You're going to New York?
Mr. Glascott: It's the annual Prince impersonator competition, "Prince-o-ween"!
Adam: That can't be right.
Mr. Glascott: I didn't come up with it. But I'm gonna dominate it. That's why I'm here. I'm gonna borrow a pair of sparkly purple boots from your mom. She is a generous, big-footed lady.
Adam: She can clomp with the best of 'em.