Mean Creek (2004)
Ryan Kelley: Clyde
George : [upon learning why the others brought him to the lake] You're a fuckin' lying son of a bitch, Sam! All right? And I hope you fuckin' go to hell.
Millie : Don't make things worse, George...
George : Shut the fuck up, Millie, you fucking stupid JAP cunt.
Clyde : Sit down, George, you're out of control.
George : Shut the fuck up, Clyde! You faggot! Fucking skinny butt-munching faggot. I hate you! You know that? I really do. 'Cause all you do is fuckin' prance around school talkin' about your fuckin' faggoty fairy fathers. I'll tell you what! I don't wanna hear about your fuckin' fathers and how their assholes work, all right? It makes me sick! And I - I - I fuckin' hope they fuckin' die of fag disease! Yeah.
George : And, and speaking of... dead... fathers... I just remembered why bonehead white-trash fuckin' donkey-dick Marty got so fuckin' freaked when I started talkin' about his "daddy." His Neanderthal, drunk dad put a gun in his mouth and splattered his brains all over the wall.
George : You know, I almost forgot that my mom told me that. She said, "His daddy splattered his brains all over the wall." I thought it was sad at first, but now? I like it.
George : His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall. His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall!...
Clyde : If anything, it's a beautiful day.
George : It smells like cherry blossoms.
Millie : How do you know what cherry blossoms smell like?
George : I know what they smell like!
Rocky : Does anybody really know what a cherry blossom is?
George : Duh, it's a blossom on a cherry.
Rocky : I don't know. I thought it was a blossom all on it's own. What do you think, Marty?
Marty : I think I'm bored as fuck.
Marty : What do you guys say we play some Truth or Dare?
George : Yeah. Yeah, I love that game.
Marty : Okay, let's do it.
Millie : No, let's not. People's feelings always end up hurt when we play this game.
Sam : Yeah, she's right.
George : God, Sam and Millie are a couple of little wet pussies, aren't they?
Marty : Clyde, do you wanna start?
Clyde : I dunno. I'm kind of with Sam and Millie on this one.
George : [pointing with his finger] Pussy number one, pussy number two, pussy number three.
Millie : Go ahead, Clyde. Start the game.
Clyde : [crying] I'm sorry...
Clyde : [Marty holds a joint in front of Clyde's face] What'd I tell you?
Marty : You don't smoke herb?
Clyde : Yeah, so get it out of my face.
Marty : Faggot.
Marty : [Clyde gives disapproving look] Clydo, I'm just fucking with you, your not a faggot, all right? Okay? Fist bump? Fist bump?
[Clyde bumps his fist]
Marty : All right zero kill.
Marty : Besides, I like your dads, Clyde, I never knew any homosexual men personally until I met them, they're not so bad.
[in mocking feminine voice]
Marty : Don't you think so Rocky?