Bartleby, I know that this is not real. I will tell Mom and Dad.

Fine, I dare you!

[Lizzie uses her cell phone]

Hello Mom, I was just visiting Bartleby. Could you please pick me up at...

[Bartleby disrupts call]

OK, OK, you win. Name something, not money related.

Your razor scooter.

Done.

And a fake ID.

No way! I will not be an accessory to you buying booze!

It is so I can vote, doofus!

Oh, well then OK.

[Lizzie departs]

You need a razor scooter to vote?