Rip: Look, Schrö, if you can’t produce my pfeffernüsse, I’ll assume you ate it.

Schrö: Why do you car? It’s not like you eat.

Rip: That’s it. Come on.

Schrö: Ow! Hey! That hurts!

Where are we going?

Rip: We’re changing out of our uniforms into something casual.

Schrö: Why?

Rip: We’re going shopping, and you can’t exactly walk around town in a Hitler Youth costume