- Owen: I gotta do something about this. Those guys over there are pissing me off.
- Sid: Now you're talking! What are you going to say when she comes back?
- Owen: I have no idea.
- Sid: Well you gotta hit 'em with what you're good at. I'd say you should just go over there and cold-cock 'em.
- Owen: Cold-cock 'em? I'm not a gay.
- Sid: You are a gay.
- Owen: What does that even mean?
- Sid: Punch their lights out!
- Owen: You know I'm a lover not a fighter.
- Sid: Oh, OK Owen, just go over there and love them then. Love the shit out of them you fucking idiot.
- Owen: Why is everything an extreme to you? It's either shoot them in the face with a bazooka or open-mouth kiss them.
- Sid: I wasn't serious about loving the shit out of them! Go do something now!
- Sid: Owen, I am going to rape you! I wish my hand was made out of fire so I could give you a firey punch right now. You know what, you made me do this.