Chloe:
Why can't I find a guy who isn't romantically retarded?
Unemployment Clerk:
Sol Goode?
Sol Goode:
Get to know me.
Unemployment Clerk:
You come up with that all by yourself?
Unemployment Clerk:
I'm afraid its not all good, Sol Goode.
Murphy:
You fucked my sister, Nicole the Hole.
Overly Dramatic Actor:
[
rehearsing lines] Let's change the subect. LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT!
Sol Goode:
P.O.D. Post Orgasmic Disgust. Hit happens to the best of us.
Justin Sax:
[
complaining about Sol drinking from the milk carton] Why don't you cut out the middle man and spit in my mouth?
Cooper:
I got such a bangover.
Cooper:
I get more ass than a toilet seat at the Lilith Fair.
Treasure:
Has anyone ever told you you look like Brad Pitt?
Cooper:
No. They haven't.
Treasure:
Good, because you don't.
Justin Sax:
Here is to your... fucking... face.
Sage:
[
lies in bed, cuddling Cooper, then wakes up, and clears his throat] Thanks for letting me crash here...
Cooper:
It's cool... Hey, don't tell anybody, okay?
Sage:
[
confused] Don't tell anybody what?
Cooper:
...Nothing...
[
at this, Sage smells his own fingers]
Sage:
Oh shit! I didn't tell you about my motherfucking dreams! Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck! I have this one reoccurring dream that I'm being recruited by a boyband, you know? Fuck... And as initiation, they make me sit on a block of ice. Buck fucking naked. My nuts are like two little lonely fucking raisins, and right before... You know, the cute one with the braids who's like 'uhh'
[
mimics a move]
Sage:
who's got that, you know what I'm sayin'? Right before he sticks his finger up my butt, I kinda wake up with a hard-on... And I'm really confused, you know?
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