Gentleman Falconer: "Good day, Homedog. One has heard through the vine of grapes that one has come into
baller cheese."
Homedog: "Yeah buddy, livin' the
dream!"
OG Page: "Damn contractors. Do they even lift?"
Ky-el, Son of Du Rand: "Guys, may I have some cheese?"
Spanners: "Nah fam, you aint
baller enough."
Ky-el, Son of Du Rand: "But I drive a 335i...?"
Gentleman Falconer: "Yes Ky-el, but one must draw attention to the fact that your automobile is of the convertible variety, which is neither baller, nor cheese."
OG Page: "OHH
SNAP, SON! HAIRDRESSER IN THE BUILDING!"