Bo Richards: What a screwy job.
Roy Alston: Well, our jobs are better.
Bo Richards: What, the factory?
Roy Alston: No, our jobs as fashion designers.
Bo Richards: Hey, quit complaining. It's a good job. Manufacturing. It's American!
Roy Alston: You sound like my dad. He's been going in and out of those shit box factories for thirty years. Always a week away from getting out. Alright, we start Monday but we don't get out in two months. Then it's six months. Then you wake up and it's thirty fucking years later.
Bo Richards: Two seconds of pain, Roy.
Bo Richards: I don't want to sound like a fag or nothing, but you are my best friend.
Mr. Heaton: Most of you are going to go on to college. You're gonna be the people that change the world. Believe me, the world is changing. For example, Betsy. Betsy, you're going to major in computer science! Ed, Ed's gonna be an electrical engineer. And, er, Tom. Uh, oh, Tom, what were you again?
Tom: Modern dance.
Bo Richards: Hey, this camel jockey is ripping us off!
Roy Alston: I've got stuff inside of me.
Bo Richards: What, feel like cancer or something?
Roy Alston: You remember Christmas? That guy smashing your car and taking off? You could do nothing about it.
Bo Richards: I was so pissed off, man. I wanted to kill that guy.
Roy Alston: That's how I feel all the time.
Bo Richards: Hey, come on, man. You're righteously pissed off. Hell, you're like a lot of people.
Roy Alston: I thought the Marines would get it out of my system.
Bo Richards: All you're going to get out of the Marines is a bad haircut.
Detective Ed Hanley: Poor bastard will be lucky if he remembers his name after the beating he got. Two bucks. Un-fucking-believable.
Angie: Listen, Roy. There's a lot of tension in the air right now. Mercury's in retrograde. Venus is opposing Saturn. The moon's in Scorpio.
Roy Alston: What has that to do with my car?
Angie: Well, if you know your place in the cosmos, the world is beautiful. Just think to yourself, the world is beautiful.
Roy Alston: Fuck the world!
Roy Alston: Fucking dykes really get off calling us fags.
Bo Richards: All I wanted was some gas!
Roy Alston: [to Bo after snapping Angie's neck and spiking her body to the ground] You FUCKED that?