EXT. CHINESE FOOD SPOT PARKING LOT – LATER THAT DAY
DEON pulls up in his crusty 2004 struggle-mobile — faded paint, dented sides, and an exhaust that sounds like it has asthma. He parks crooked. At the same time, DRE pulls up smooth in a brand new black Mercedes-Benz, fresh off the showroom floor. Windows tinted, rims shining, “I got good credit” vibes.
They both give each other the classic head nod through their windshields.
DEON (gets out, swings door open)
Yo!
CLANK!
Deon’s rusty car door SMACKS Dre’s pristine Benz with the force of disappointment.
DRE (eyes wide, jumping out)
YO! What the—?! Did you just hit my BRAND. NEW. CAR?!
DEON (startled)
Damn, my bad, bruh. The wind caught it.
DRE (inspecting his door like it’s been shot)
Man, this ain’t no ‘04 Honda, this a 2025 Benz! That door costs more than your whole car!
DEON
Aight, look — to be fair, you can hit mine back. Boom. Justice.
DRE (confused)
You serious?
DEON (noble as hell)
Real talk. I believe in equality.
Dre walks over to Deon’s car… and sees that it already looks like it got jumped at a demolition derby. Dents everywhere, different-colored panels, and a missing side mirror held on with a shoelace.
DRE (deadpan)
Yo… your car look like it’s in witness protection.
They both pause… then bust out laughing and dap up.
DEON
She may not be pretty, but she faithful.