Get your butts home. I'll tell your moms y'all doin' bad stuff.

- Let's go make Mr. Sykes puff up. - Yeah.

- Bye, Oscar. - See ya later, doo.

Lenny. Did you see what just happened there?

I know. They think you're the Sharkslayer.

As if.

I don't appreciate your funky tone, actually.

No, wait up. Hey. I'm sorry, seriously.

I don't want you mad at me,

and I certainly don't want you to slay me.

You're having a good time? You're enjoying yourself?

Well, for your information, I am the Sharkslayer.

Oscar the Sharkslayer. That's what people be sayin'.

- Wait. You mean, you... - Yeah.

When the anchor...

Oh, you're a liar.

Hey, I didn't lie, all right? All right, I lied.

But it was a little lie. Come on, who's it gonna hurt anyway?

Man, I'm not explaining myself to you.

- You're on your own. - No problem.