China, Il2011

Baby Cakes:
[pressured while eating a gummy bear] Steve! Steve...Steve, how was your weekend?

Steve:
Great. Ah, so great, man. I got a lot out of my system, uh, you know, namely semen.

Baby Cakes:
Let's make this next idea really important.

Steve:
Yeah, but let's keep it fun. You know, sellable, right? So, hit me.

Baby Cakes:
Look, don't treat me like an idea faucet, okay? I'm under pressure!

Steve:
Yeah, but, um, we got to get something going, man. I paid in advance for a trip to Rome...with all the laker girls, so how -- How about -- How about shark...Shark Restaurant, right, or -- Or leg bread?

Baby Cakes:
BREAD PANTS?! [scoffs] SHARK RESTAURANT?! So f***ing obvious. Okay, look, how about this?

[BC shows Steve the elephant man rides he's drawn on the whiteboard]

Steve:
Huh. I don't know.

Baby Cakes:
DON'T STIFLE MY CREATIVITY! I WANT TO DO ELEPHANT MAN RIDES BECAUSE IT'S ODD!

Steve:
Look, it can't work, alright?! And Bread Pants was your idea!

Baby Cakes:
Oh, well, maybe you should just try to keep UP with me!

Steve:
Fine, you know, I'm not gonna argue with you when you're like this.

Baby Cakes:
You know what?! You're out, Steve!

Steve:
F*** YOU! I-I AM OUT!