No. You can talk to me. [Opens door] What do you want to talk about? Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases? ...Rashes, sores, insanity.
You, Logan Huntzburger, are nothing but a two-bit, spoiled, waste of a trust fund! You offer nothing to women or the world in general! If you were to disappear from the face of the earth tomorrow, the only person that would miss you is your Porsche dealer!
Hey will you come over later tonight? I have a cricket cornered in a paper cup in the living room. I poked holes in it so it could breathe and then I taped it to the floor 'cause he kept jumping out and then I put books on top of the tape in case it wasn't sticky enough so don't move the books until you're ready for transport.
I thought we paid four thousand dollars for a computer to give us directions, not to babysit us and make decisions for us on how to live our lives. I mean what's next? The radio won't turn on if it doesn't like the song? The engine won't turn on if the cup of coffee I'm holding is too hot? Maybe the car won't go in reverse if it doesn't like the smell of my perfume!
No but I do have this incredibly bad perfume that Luke gave me for Christmas last year that I can spray around the house. It's like a cross between Love's Baby Soft and Curious by Britney Spears with just a hint of Lysol.
But how can they make money like that? Where's the Halloween mask? Where's the costume? How come they keep making the same stupid movie over and over again?