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