A cobbler, bored of his everyday life, stumbles upon a magical heirloom that allows him to become other people and see the world in a different way.

Jimmy: I was always telling your pop he should sell this crap and make some money, but he can never throw anything away.
Max Simkin: Yeah, except his family.
Max Simkin: I don't sell shoes, Mrs. Stevens.
Jimmy: If they ever have a kid, you won't be able to look directly at it.
Abraham Simkin: You know, barbers have always been very trusted friends to us. We never have to worry about them.
Max Simkin: Uh, who do we have to worry about?
Abraham Simkin: Dry cleaners.
Max Simkin: Dry cleaners? Really?
Abraham Simkin: They're not nice fellas, and they're very powerful.
Max Simkin: Hey, Ma, let me ask you somethin'. You ever wish you were somebody else?
Sarah Simkin: No. I'm your mother. That's all I ever wanted to be.
Max Simkin: But... if you could do whatever you wanted to do, what would it be?
Sarah Simkin: Um... Have dinner with your father. That would be nice.
[last lines]
Abraham Simkin: Tomorrow we'll sit down with the stitcher. I'll show you everything.
Max Simkin: Oh, man, that thing is great, Pop. Where-where did we get it?
Abraham Simkin: The stitcher? Oh, that's a good story, actually. A long time ago, on the coldest of winter nights, a vagrant came knocking at the door of our shop. Your great-great-grandfather gave him shelter when no one else would. He fed the man, mended his shoes... In the morning, the vagrant...
Carmen Herrara: I'm delivering groceries to one of our elderly neighbors.
Max Simkin: All by yourself?
Carmen Herrara: Yeah, Max, I'm a bad ass.
Chinese Guy: [Max] I have an ac-CENT. I have an ac-CENT! Nice!
Taryn: Are you high?
Emiliano: No, but I wish I was.
Mr. Solomon: Come in, but take off shoes.
Brian: You're wearin' yours.
Mr. Solomon: It's my house.
Max Simkin: Kid, wake up! I'm not gonna eat you!
Abraham Simkin: It's a privilege to walk in another man's shoes, Max, but it's also a responsibility.