Darius Kincaid: You're welcome.

Michael Bryce: For what?

Darius Kincaid: I got you a front row seat to the Roussel show, and I got you that all-access backstage pass to that a$$ you've been wanting so bad.

Michael Bryce: You did what?

Darius Kincaid: You jumped out of the car, I gave her the 411 on you.

Michael Bryce: I didn't jump out of the... I went through the f**king windshield.

Darius Kincaid: Oh, semantics.