Reid: [seeing a girl in a short skirt,
slapping a twenty on the table] Blue. Cotton.
Tyler: [slapping down a twenty] Pink lace.
Pogue: [slapping down a twenty] Boys, that girl
hasn't worn panties since she was twelve.
Pogue: [a gust of wind blows the girl's skirt up,
revealing no panties. Pogue walks off with the money,
smirking, and hands it to the bartender] Keep the change, man.

[first lines]
Reid: 'Sup fellas?
Tyler: Where were you? I stopped by to give you a lift.
Reid: Had things to do. How's the party?
Pogue: Don't know. Just got here.
Reid: Well, hell, boys.
[eyes go black]
Reid: Let's drop in.
[jumps off cliff]
Tyler: Sh-t, yeah!

Tyler: It's not right, using it on each other Caleb.
Caleb: Ugh, tell it to Reid.

Tyler: So, what did the Provost want?
Caleb: Someone told him about the fight a Nikki's.
Reid: Feel like elaborating on that?
Pogue: Oh, you got a piece of glass on your face.

Tyler: He made the shot d-ckhead.
You bet him he couldn't, and he did.

Reid: Move over.
Tyler: But it's my car.
Caleb: Move over baby boy, now!