I don't give a damn about everyone else's mood, this is fuckin' highway robbery!

[He fumes as he flings the ring down into the sawdust. He glares from the girl to the carny to the walls of the stall.]

You know what? I'm taking a fucking bear.

[It's called an Ursaring, Blake, and the carny does not appreciate you taking a giant one down from its hook, even if it's full of that cheap crappy stuff instead of real plush]

Catch, brat.

[He hurls the stuffed animal over the counter at the Yoko Ono kid.]