You live in a freaking gleaming mansion of excess.
If he wants to borrow your freaking sweatshirt, HE GETS TO BORROW YOUR SWEATSHIRT.
Now, go to your section of the palace....um, I mean, your room! And don't you even THINK about ever rolling your eyes again, you stupid spoiled shmuck!
(BTW, how pathetic is it that Kevin Hart is a comedian? Is there anything remotely funny about any of this? I can't even understand most of the dialogue here. And what I can't understand, I don't normally find funny.)
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