Johnny:
Yeah, whackhead tried to play baseball with my homeboy's bike!
Johnny:
Drop that zero and get with the hero!
Johnny:
I'm gonna go across the street and, uh, schling a schlong.
Johnny:
You hit pretty good... for a girl.
Johnny:
Looky, looky in Kat's black booky.
Kathy:
What are you doing here?
Johnny:
Yo, you axed me.
Johnny:
So, whassup fellas?
Nick:
Just doing a little a batting practice on your bike.
Johnny:
It's not mine. It's Sir D.'s
Nick:
Who is Sir D.
Johnny:
He's my homeboy.
Nick:
Yea? WELL HOMEBOY THIS!
John Van Owen:
[
walking away] See ya later, Dick...
Nick:
[
offended] It's Nick.
John Van Owen:
[
turns around for a second] Oh yea, yea... NICK...
Nick:
How about a drink?
Kathy:
I'll have a Diet Coke.
Nick:
Diet Coke? Kathy, Kathy... be serious.
[
Nick takes a shot of hard liquor]
Kathy:
Nick, you be serious. You're driving.
Nick:
Kathy, I'm a big boy. I'm also a thirsty one.
Johnny:
Hey-yo, wassup ma'am?
Grace Winslow:
Can I help you?
Johnny:
Yeah, I'm looking for Kat.
Grace Winslow:
We don't have a cat.
Johnny:
Kathy, your daughter.
Johnny:
What's up Slick?
Kathy:
I'll see you later.
Johnny:
You're seeing me now.
Kathy:
Oh, I'm seeing you now.
Tommy Winslow:
As soon as you're done making sex?
Johnny:
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail.
Johnny:
You're not wasting my time, I'm just cooling.
Johnny:
Check this though, I'll be right over there.
Johnny:
Yeah, we'll see about that.
Kathy:
And then I went straight to Nick's house. And I didn't touch it at Nick's house.
Tommy Winslow:
Ha-hah!
Kathy:
Shut up.
Rick:
Well I hope you like being a biker chick 'cause you're not going to see me or my car again.
John Van Owen:
Imagine that.
Kathy:
So, where are you from?
Johnny:
Around.
Kathy:
Around?
Johnny:
Yup-yup.
Princess:
Where were you?
Johnny:
Chillin' wit Kat. You know, that chick who drives the horse.
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