Bob Mizer: Sun, schmun. This scoundrel's on some kind of a drug trip.
[Looks at David]
Bob Mizer: You. I warned you. We do not slap wrists here at AMG. I want you to take your weed-head friend here, and I want you to scram. I mean it!
[David picks up his friend]
Bob Mizer: And don't come back! Ever!
[looks down at their naked behinds as they walk out]
Bob Mizer: Not until you've learned your lesson!