— Have you slept with Turk yet?
— What?!
— I'm sorry. Too personal.
— I like to wait. I like a guy to want it so bad he thinks he isn't gonna get it ever. When he's lost the will to live, I jump him.
— So how long does that take?
— A month, maybe two. What about you?
— I like to use sex as an ice-breaker.
— And how's that working out for you?
— I guess l don't have what you would call high self-esteem.
— Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?
— If I have to stay here and listen to this crap, I'll need a stronger drink.
— I hate you.
— I hate you too.
— Fair enough.
— I can't take it any more!
— Why don't you become a lesbian, and hook up with some hot model?
— What's that got to do with anything?
— I just thought it'd be hot.
— Are you following me?
— No. You wanna go out some time?
— With you?
— Me and a bottle of Jagermeister.
— No, Todd, I don't. But I don't want you to think it's because I'm a lesbian or anything. I find you so creepy, I think you should walk around with a bell around your neck.
— All I heard was ''lesbian''.
Since we said ''I love you'', I've been feeling all this pressure. And wondering about the future. Our future. Are we gonna get married? Are we gonna have kids? If so, when will I get my figure back? Where are we gonna live? Will my mother live with us? How big a house? How many bathrooms? What if she walks in on you while you're in the bathroom, you fall, and I can't afford the funeral costs?
You, honest to God, get me so angry I'm afraid I might hurt myself.
We're both men. One of us more than the other. But that's OK...
— What are you gonna do, take a swing at me?
— Maybe.
— Well, if you do, I'd better die. Because if I don't, I will be coming for you. Good cake today.
I always heard that when they were right, they were easy. That even when things got hard that they were easy.