Dave:  You believe all these crazies who think Obama's a Muslim?
Me: How do you know he isn't?
Dave:  Come on, dude.  He said he wasn't.
Me:  The fuck would I believe a politician for?
Dave:  I don't know, I mean…
Me:  Bush the Second said mission accomplished, Clinton said he did not have sexual relations with that woman, Bush the First said no new taxes-
Dave:  Alright dude, I get it.  They're all full of shit. 
Me:  What made you think otherwise?
Dave:  Hope, I guess. 

Scotty:  If your ex-girlfriend can get football tickets like that for us for free then you need to do whatever it takes to keep them coming. 
Me:  I don't know man.  I have my pride. 
Scotty:  Dude, so occasionally you throw your cock into a dumb hot MILF.  What's the big deal?
Me:  She just, she just drives me fucking crazy man. 
Scotty:  The tickets come with six free beers, Nate.  I don't care if she likes whipping your ass with a garden hose.  That's a small price to pay. 
Me:  Dude, you hate her more than I do. 
Scotty:  Great seats.  Six beers included.  I'd fuck her if I thought it would help.  You need to do what's right here. 
Me:  I don't think what's right is humoring her for tickets, morally speaking.  Oww!  That fucking hurt, asshole.  Why the hell did you do that?
Scotty:  Because you were being very stupid.  Call her up right now and tell her you love her. 
Me:  But dude-
Scotty:  Six free beers, man.  Six!

Katrina: Were you making out with that body paint-covered whore?
Me:  Of course not.
Kayla:  There's paint all over your face, Nate. 
Me:  That's a coincidence. 
Katrina:  I remember you being a better liar.
Me:  You know, so do I, come to think of it. 

Nick: Did you just wake up?
Me:  Mind your own business. 
Nick:  It's Three PM. 
Me:  Thanks.  Can you get me the temperature now, too?
Nick:  You're supposed to be an adult. 
Me:  Grown men sleep too, dude.  Grown men sleep too.
Nick:  Until Three?

Trey:  Hey Katrina, nice breasts.
Katrina:  What?
Trey:  I said: nice dress. 
Katrina:  Oh thanks. 
Trey:  They really show off your breasts. 
Katrina:  You are a weirdo. 

Me: Why go through the trouble of covering up your comment if you're just gonna make it again?
Trey:  Jesus is my copilot. 
Me:  Excuse me. 
Trey:  That's my answer for everything I don't want to answer.  It totally works. 

Lisa:  Did you get any sleep last night?
Me:  Some. 
Lisa:  How late were you out?
Me:  Late. 
Lisa:  Did you hook up with a girl?
Me:  Jesus is my copilot. 
Lisa:  Is that a no?
Me:  All things are possible through Christ.
Lisa:  There's green paint in your hair. 
Me:  Shit.

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