[Halloween is soon. Everyone knows what that means. Everyone in America, at least. It means that all the secretaries dress as Sexy Police Officers and Sexy Firemen, and your average corporate douchebag isn't given much variety in the local costume store - or, in this case, local mansion closet.
He doesn't really know why he needs a costume. He feels like someone is going to take it upon themselves to hold a party in a few days, and he should have the appropriate attire.
Unfortunately, "
Giant Pimp Gangster" and "
The Incredible Hulk" aren't very appealing.
...Smith does snort when the closet offers him a leather jacket, though, and tosses it over one shoulder to join the other refuse.]