Mikal: Where are you going?
Eugene: East-ish.
Mikal: East-ish?
Eugene: Cute? That's what they say about the puppy. The only thing worse is good friend, or nice person. In plain English it means I'll leech off you as long as I can, but don't even think about getting into my pants.
Zia: I was missing Desiree.
Yan: They feed him t-bone steak and he refuses to come back.
Kneller: Freddy has been brainwashed.
Eugene: Let me put this way. Since you got here, how many times did you get laid, man?
Zia: Why?
Eugene: Just a question.
Zia: Actually laid?
Eugene: Yes.
Zia: None, I think.
Eugene: You think?
Zia: None! But what's that got to do with any of this?
Eugene: Plenty. 'Cause your sperm count is so high, you think you're having an out of body experience like nobody in the fucking universe, man.
Zia: I think she cried at my funeral, I don't mean to brag about it or anything, but I'm pretty sure she did. Sometimes I can picture her talking to some guy she feels really close to, about how they lowered me into the grave all pathetic and shriveled up like a melted chocolate bar, and how we never actually got a chance. Then the guy fucks her real nice, fuck it's all about making her feel better.
Zia: Being here with you reminds me of what I was like before my suicide.
Mikal: What were you like?
Zia: I was happy.
Zia: Listen, you know what? Forget Desiree. I got another reason for you to go.
Eugene: Give it shot.
Zia: You got anything better to do?
