- Unemployment Clerk: Sol Goode?
- Sol Goode: Get to know me.
- Unemployment Clerk: You come up with that all by yourself?
- Justin Sax: [complaining about Sol drinking from the milk carton] Why don't you cut out the middle man and spit in my mouth?
- Sage: Oh shit! I didn't tell you about my motherfucking dreams! Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck! I have this one reoccurring dream that I'm being recruited by a boyband, you know? Fuck... And as initiation, they make me sit on a block of ice. Buck fucking naked. My nuts are like two little lonely fucking raisins, and right before... You know, the cute one with the braids who's like 'uhh'
- [mimics a move]
- Sage: who's got that, you know what I'm sayin'? Right before he sticks his finger up my butt, I kinda wake up with a hard-on... And I'm really confused, you know?