(Fred tells Ricky that he's forgotten to buy the maracas)
Ricky: Oh, brother. I sent you down here to do two things: To keep the girls out of trouble and to buy some maracas. Little Ricky could've done a better job.
Fred: Look. I didn't want to go in the first place. It cost me twenty bucks and I blew a free lunch, so I'm in no mood for any of your Latin lip.