So I give up on him and go check on Barbie, who is dancing that xenophobic dance of, "OMG there's someone with brown skin near me!" when a cabbie approaches her to see if she needs a lift.
Me: *We're paying him a $200 fare--you tell me* Nope, go for it.
ETA: Crap, I forgot its a protected entry. She's in bed right now, but as soon as I get her permission, I'll put the whole thing here, or get her to unlock it, or something...