Pete: Alright men! Listen up, now that the major family has lowered our allowance we're going to start living on a tight budget.
Points finger at Macau: You! No more games - We're selling the playstation.
Macau: But-
Pointing at Vegas: And you! No more velvet shirts. They cost more than rent.
Vegas: But leopard print is fine?
Pete: Vegas, so help me God if I find you donning some some ugly ass zebra, cheetah or hippo this time tomorrow, I will skin you alive and let tankhun use you as a rug.
Vegas, voice cracking: You aint tell me you aint like those shirts.
Pete turning to Porsche: And you! What the hell are you doing here?
Porsche, huddled by the door: I miss being poor
