- Dylan: Alright, when you stand at a bar, it's casual. One arm up, one arm down. A thousand yard stare. People will look at you. Alright. You don't look at them.
- Topher: [after positioning himself in the wrong kind of formation] Like this, Dylan?
- Dylan: [laughs; sarcastically] Yeah.
- Topher: Really?
- Dylan: No! You look like a frickin' retard!
- Ashley: [sits down by Connor who is on the sofa; slaps his leg] Havin' fun little brother?
- Connor: Why, yes I am.
- Topher: [Pushes in between them with two beers] Yes, we are.
- [hands one to Connor who takes it; all three laugh]
- Ashley: Who the hell let you guys in here?
- Topher: Are you kidding me? We are so getting some action tonight!
- Ashley: [pulls the sun visor off of his head] Not with this you're not.