— I'll mess you up, man.
— Well, you'll have one shot. You better make it good. What, are you waiting for your girlfriends? You better go. Take it. Take your shot. Take it! Come on. Come on.
— Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.
— Why do you do it?
— Money, mainly.
— There you go.
— Nah, come on! Man, some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, all of a sudden at age, what, 60, he's just gonna break bad?
— I'm 50.
— It's weird is all, okay? It doesn't compute. Listen... if you've gone crazy or something... I mean, if you've... if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying... that's something I need to know about. Okay? I mean, that affects me.
— I am awake.
You and I will not make garbage. We will produce a chemically pure and stable product that performs as advertised.
— It's the last house on the right. See it? Not the two-story one. The one next to it. The kind of... I don't know, what do you call that? Green?
— Sage.
— Sage? What, do you work at the fucking Pottery Barn?
— Sage. That's the word for it. My fault the only word your dumb ass knows is green?
— Cheese dick. I know that one. How 'bout that?