White Out

[Craig standing in his room, gets pelted with a snowball thrown by Wade]

Wade: [laughing] Bitchin' trip, man! You shoulda come. Holly gave me head on the chairlift.

Craig: Bullshit, man. You're dead.

Wade: Ah, I knew you'd be jealous.

Craig: There was an avalanche. Everybody died.

Wade: Yeah, but *I* died smiling!

[laughs]

Craig: But how...

Wade: I uh, I don't - I don't know. Man, don't - stop it. Don't worry about it. Relax, I'm not goin' anywhere. Next, year, Bangkok!

Craig: Then you're - you know - you're okay?

Wade: I'm fine. Well, look at me. Still better than you. Let's get out of here; it smells like spunk. Aw, you miss me already, fag?

Craig: I've got your yearbook picture.

Wade: Ow! Nice one.