Daphne: What'd they say?
Cameron: They sent my bag back home to New York, fucking geniuses.
Daphne: Oh. Okay, well, at least it's not lost. We'll get you some new stuff. It'll be great.
Cameron: Incompetence, it makes me homicidal.
Daphne: I was just telling Harper we never fight.
Cameron: Well, you're practically perfect, so.
Daphne: And when we disagree, you just give in, right?
Cameron: Yes, ma'am. Happy wife, happy life.
Harper: I'm gonna take this back up to my room, right?
Cameron: Well, we're kind of done here. We can come with you.
Harper: Great.
Daphne: Cool.