— So this guy's the biggest car thief in Brooklyn. Let's be careful.
— You just scratched my ride.
— What the hell are you doing, Tommy?
— Driving, bitch.
— Get out the car.
— Because I'm black?
— No, because you're 10.
— Eleven.
— Get out.
— I was wearing my seat belt.
— Get out of the car, you little repeat offender.