Craig: Do you like music?
Noelle: Do you like breathing?
Bobby: I don't get wrapped up in a bunch of stuff I can't have.
Johnny: Relax, it's just for fun, bro.
Bobby: That's not fun. That's propaganda, man. All those Madison Avenue types telling you how to live your life. Fast cars, hot chicks... Reese's Pieces... Gucci... Werther's Original. I don't buy into that bullshit.
Bobby: I got in.
Craig: In what?
Bobby: In your mama.
Craig: You've had it figured out all along, Muqtada. Never get out of the bed.
Craig: Seeing someone lose it like that. You know, it reminded me of how I feel sometimes. Like I'm on the verge of just blowing up. All the stress and pressure and anxiety just bubbling up. But I'm never able to let it out like that. You know, I just keep it inside.
Bobby: See, that's the part I don't get, Craig. I mean, you're cool, you're smart, you're talented. You have a family that loves you. You know, what I would do just to be you, for just a day? I would... I would do so much. I would... I don't know. I would just... I'd just live. Like it meant something.