Lucas: Maya, if there's no good kids out here noticing us, then what's the point?
Maya: You questioning my leadership, hop-along?
Lucas: Okay, these names you're calling me are killing my street-cred.
Maya: Aw. And what would you like me to call you?
Lucas: I'd like you to call me Mad Dog.
Maya: You don't seem like a Mad Dog to me.
Lucas: Well, what do I seem like to you?
Maya: You know that lamb that Mary had?
Lucas: I don't like the way that this is going.
