Marty: You know what I think the movie should be? The first half should be a perfect setup for an out-and-out revenge flick. Violence. Guns. All the usual bullshit. And then... The lead characters should just walk away. They should just drive off into the desert and pitch a tent somewhere and just talk for the rest of the frigging movie. No shoot-outs, no pay-offs. Just human
beings talking.
Billy: What, are we making French movies now? That sounds like the stupidest ending. No shoot-outs? That sounds like the stupidest ending I've ever fucking... NO SHOOT-OUTS?
Marty: No?
Billy: NO!
James Brennan: Hi. Look, I don't know what to say, but everyone is talking about Em and Connell.
Lisa P.: Kelly's got such a big F-ing mouth. I'm sorry because I gave you my word. We were just so wasted that night. You know I can't hide nothing from Kell. Are you mad at me?
James Brennan: Well, yeah. Connell's gonna freak out, and Em
quit.
Lisa P.: I feel bad for Connell. I have a hard time feeling sorry for Em. Guys can't help themselves.
James Brennan: But he's the married one.
Lisa P.: Yeah, Em's a frigging home wrecker.
James Brennan: He's cheating on his wife, though.
Lisa P.: I can't believe you're
defending her.
James Brennan: What? Because guys can be shitty and women can't?
Gary: I'm the one who should be sorry, Brooke. I shouldn't sit here and pick on your art, because you've got the 'nuts' down, Picasso! All you have to do is cut off your frigging ear.
Brooke: That's Van Gogh, you idiot. Your insults are much more effective when they're accurate.
Bartleby Gaines: Does the run-of-the-mill college experience include stripping you of your dignity? Totally humiliating you, making you wear a... a... frigging hot dog suit?
Sherman Schrader: It's a tradition.
Bartleby Gaines: A tradition?
Sherman Schrader: Yes.
Bartleby Gaines: I've
got a tradition for you. Schrader, you've been my best friend since we were 5 years old. That's the only tradition I know.
Evan: [looking through Francine's car while Francine looks through Chris' car] Goddamnit! Hey? Did you find anything to eat?
Francine: [chewing on a chocolate bar she found] No... no, sorry!
Evan: Scott and Carly took all our frigging sun screen!
[he hears a sound in the woods and goes to check it out]
Francine: [finds a book] Y'know, I think this guy must be some kind of doctor! Maybe we should get him to write us some prescriptions when he gets back.
[lights a cigarette]
Francine: He doesn't have any smokes either. We're almost out... Evan?
[adjusts the mirror to see where Evan was standing; he is no longer there]
Francine: Evan?
[exits car and starts looking around]
Francine: Evan! Where are you? Are you pissing or something?