Danny: Go on. Don't just stand there like a bunch of flaccid penises. Get this shit out of my car!
[Victor flicks his cigarette into the ocean]
Reggie: You know, it ain't an ashtray.
Victor: Yeah, it ain't a toilet either, but we still piss in it.
Fergus: [dropping trou] It's not a boner. It's just big, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Scotty?
Fergus: When we were eight, Victor told me I couldn't go surfing because I had glasses, and I believed him. Then, when he told me I didn't fit in with you anymore, and your friends, I figured he was right.
Jesse: Fergus, he was just...
Fergus: But when he told me that I couldn't play guitar, and that I'd never be any good at anything, I stopped listening to him.
Jesse: He was just hassling you, man.
Fergus: Yeah, I know. He was mad. His mum died and we came and took his dad away. He just took it out on me.
Jesse: He gave me shit, too.
Fergus: Yeah, after he busted his knee, 'cause he knew that you were gonna go places that he couldn't go anymore.
Jesse: What, like he was jealous?
Fergus: Yeah. He was lonely.