Sol Goode (2003)
Unemployment Clerk: Sol Goode?
Sol Goode: Get to know me.
Unemployment Clerk: You come up with that all by yourself?
Overly Dramatic Actor: [rehearsing lines] Let's change the subect. LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT!
Sol Goode: P.O.D. Post Orgasmic Disgust. Hit happens to the best of us.
Justin Sax: [complaining about Sol drinking from the milk carton] Why don't you cut out the middle man and spit in my mouth?
Treasure: Has anyone ever told you you look like Brad Pitt?
Cooper: No. They haven't.
Treasure: Good, because you don't.
Sage: [lies in bed, cuddling Cooper, then wakes up, and clears his throat] Thanks for letting me crash here...
Cooper: It's cool... Hey, don't tell anybody, okay?
Sage: [confused] Don't tell anybody what?
[at this, Sage smells his own fingers]
Sage: Oh shit! I didn't tell you about my motherfucking dreams! Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck! I have this one reoccurring dream that I'm being recruited by a boyband, you know? Fuck... And as initiation, they make me sit on a block of ice. Buck fucking naked. My nuts are like two little lonely fucking raisins, and right before... You know, the cute one with the braids who's like 'uhh'
[mimics a move]
Sage: who's got that, you know what I'm sayin'? Right before he sticks his finger up my butt, I kinda wake up with a hard-on... And I'm really confused, you know?