Ricky Slade: I don't know why we don't get a drink, sittin' inside this place.
Bobby: Chloe wanted to come here.
Ricky Slade: She doesn't know where the hell she is, Bob. She'd have more fun if we were at Bordner's. She could play the trivia game that she likes or the little racing game thing she does .
Bobby: She's a little girl, little girls don't like going to bars.
Ricky Slade: We had fun. We went to bars when we were kids. Met all the different people. Right? Remember Slimmy?
Salesperson: Excuse me sir, there's no smoking in here.
Ricky Slade: Why, you serving food?
Salesperson: No, it's store policy. And you can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic.
Ricky Slade: You believe this shit. I can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic. Well, why don't you bring me a ashtray then. Can I color me that, a ceramic ashtray?
Ricky Slade: Excuse me, what, you don't have to hit me. Excuse me.
Ricky Slade: I'm sweeping, you don't have to hit me with your whip. What do you have a horse outside, don't hit me with the whip please.
Ricky Slade: [to Jim the Driver]
[rolls window up]
Ricky Slade: Takin' a time out from you, Jimbo.
Bobby: That's not cool.
Ricky Slade: I don't want him fuckin' looking at me all the time.
Bobby: I don't want him to think your fuckin' blowing me.
Ricky Slade: You're so fucking wierd.
Ricky Slade: You wanna bet me that I can't get a gun?
Bobby: You couldn't even get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse at the club last night!