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Richter: It’s just a prank, bro.
Beard: I think you need to break out the ‘L’ word.
Jacket: Lesbian?
Beard: No, the other one.
Jacket: …Lesbians?
Ash: I don’t eat bread. Bread makes you fat.
Alex: Bread makes you fat?!
Jacket to Girlfriend: I sorta feel like I’m on drugs when I’m with you. Not that I do drugs, unless you do drugs, in which case I do drugs all the time. Every drug.
Tony: What are you doing?
Ash: Getting a life.
Jacket: Hey! I’m talking to you Ash Davis!
Ash: He’s famous and he’s talking to me.
Ash: I want to have his adopted babies.
Gangleader: Alright, this next song goes out to the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony. It’s called “We Hate You Please Die.”
Columbian Boss: Sweet. Love this one.
The Father: You are the salt of the earth.
The Son: Thanks.
The Father: I meant scum of the earth.
The Son: Thanks.
The Father: Son, if your life had a face I would punch it.
Jacket: I’ve had it with this dump! We got no food, we got no jobs, our pets’ heads are falling off!
Jacket: Is it rude to kill bald people?
Gangleader: It’s called ukulele screamo and it’s art.
Gangleader:
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band He said son when, you grow up
Will you be, the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned
Jacket: (hops on tricycle) On my way to destroy the government.
Pardo: Sleeping with one eye open tonight to make sure my mind doesn’t try to attack me again.
Pardo: I want fabulous.