Vic: Oh this is your other horrible job? I came here once to buy some fishing gear. Clerk was a real dick... I wanted to shoot him in the leg, but I had self-control.
Stu: Yeah that was probably my boss. He's... the second worst guy I've ever met.
Vic: Who's the first?
Stu: I'll give you a hint. It's you. (00:56:20)
Amber: Water only four hours before stage! Ain't that right, fellas?
Dancers: Yeah. Yes, ma'am.
Man: Them the rules.
Stu: Not even, like, a granola bar? Is that healthy?
Amber: Who the fuck are you?
Stu: Oh no, actually I just think carbs are unfairly demonized. No. If that's how he's looking I wouldn't change what he's cookin'.
Dancer: It's fine.
Amber: Oh, it's fine? So you think people come in here to see a fat piece of shit floppin' his tits around?
Dancer: I don't have tits.
Amber: Nobody wants to see a big dick hanging of a bag of garbage.
Stu: Shouldn't have weighed in. I'm sorry. Not a pun.
Amber: Oh, no, no. Please continue to mansplain to me what I'm supposed to be doing. 'Cause, you know, as a woman I have no fucking idea!
Stu: You do your thing... I'll go fuck myself.
Amber: Thank you so much for giving me permission! (00:26:11)
Vic: It's a baby gun. It allows you to fire it while crying.
Nicole: So, how do you know my dad?
Stu: He kidnapped me.
Nicole: Ha.
Stu: We killed some people.
Nicole: Huh. (00:52:34)