I'd be like, biatches, I don't give a damn if you rolled on top of our heads all the way to the restaurant. I ain't paying for your half. Hell nah. Maybe if you would've at least, you know, got something decent or agreed on it before, you know. But nah, motherfucker, you got t-bones and all that motherfucking shit. Look like you got lamb chowders and all that shit. Oh, hell no. I said to the hells to the no, I don't think so. Look at that one in that red jacket over there coming up.