Buck: You smell like shit, Paul.
Paul: I know. I'm giving up ass wiping for lent.
Buck: (laughs) You're a little early for that, aren't you? You practicing?
Paul: Yeah. It takes time to get it right.
Buck: What do you usually give up for lent?
Paul: Nothing. I don't do lent.
Buck: What? C'mon! What are you, an atheist or something?
Paul: No, I'm an apatheticist.
Buck: What?
Paul: I'm not an atheist, I'm just apathetic.
Buck: What?
Paul: I'm lazy.
Buck: That's no good, Paully . . .
Paul: I'm sure Jesus understands laziness.
Butch: My cellphone won't charge. You're an electronics expert, aren't you?
Paul: Um, yes?
Butch: Look at that. Won't charge.
Paul: Buy a new one.
Butch: Huh?
Paul: That's all it takes to be an electronics expert nowadays. You just have to know how to turn things on. Any problem more complicated than that, you just tell them to buy a new one. It's always cheaper than fixing it.
Butch: Goddamn phone. Thing's broken already.
Paul: Dude, that cellphone was made in 1987.
Butch: Look at you, pretending to work! Probably sitting around slacking off all day. I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette.
Paul: (laughing) That's like your eighth cigarette break today, slack-ass.
Butch: (smiling) Fuck you.
Joe: You fluent in Spanish?
Paul: I took two years of it in high school, but I don't remember any of it.
Joe: Well you're gonna need it now that you're moving to Los Angeles.
Paul: I know "pendejo" means "asshole". Is that good enough for me to get by?
Joe: I guess.
Butch: I sent that rifle scope back again. Fuckin' Nikon. This is the sixth time I've sent that goddamn scope back.
Paul: You have like three other ones. Why don't you just throw it away if you don't need it?
Butch: And let those fuckers win? I'm gonna keep sending it back and make those fuckers keep spending money.
Paul: How much have you spent shipping that thing back six times?
Butch: It's almost comin' up to the same amount I spent on that goddamn scope. Fuckin' Nikon. I told those fuckers to send me a good one this time, or else.
Paul: Or else what?
Butch: Or else I'll call and bitch at 'em again, fuckin' Nikon.
Paul: You know they probably just keep sending you the same broken one back every time, right?
Butch: Fuck you.
