- [Craig standing in his room, gets pelted with a snowball thrown by Wade]
- Wade: [laughing] Bitchin' trip, man! You shoulda come. Holly gave me head on the chairlift.
- Craig: Bullshit, man. You're dead.
- Wade: Ah, I knew you'd be jealous.
- Craig: There was an avalanche. Everybody died.
- Wade: Yeah, but *I* died smiling!
- [laughs]
- Craig: But how...
- Wade: I uh, I don't - I don't know. Man, don't - stop it. Don't worry about it. Relax, I'm not goin' anywhere. Next, year, Bangkok!
- Craig: Then you're - you know - you're okay?
- Wade: I'm fine. Well, look at me. Still better than you. Let's get out of here; it smells like spunk. Aw, you miss me already, fag?
- Craig: I've got your yearbook picture.
- Wade: Ow! Nice one.