Liquor Store Clerk: Fuck my life.
Officer Michaels: It was my semen. One time we walk into a murder house, blood everywhere, I go on, I think I find a bit of semen, clean it off. Long story short. Cream of wheat. Officer Slater: Yup. Dope. Officer Michaels: In short. Officer Slater: ...
Evan: I'm not too worried about it, really. I wouldn't worry about it. Don't worry about it. I'm not worried at all.
Officer Michaels: [hears a siren] Oh shit, the cops!
Fogell: Can we shoot at it? Officer Slater: I don't know... [pause] Officer Slater: Can you?
Fogell: [shoots at burning police cruiser] Break yourself, foo!
Fogell: [as Seth comes out of the liquor store] Where did you hide the alcohol Danny Ocean, up your butt?
Seth: [gets hit by a car] What the fuck happened?
Good Shopper Security: Don't do it, kid. Seth: I never had a choice...
[as Fogell is getting "arrested"] Party Teenager #1: Holy shit! Fogell's a badass!
Fogell: Hell yeah we should get some road beers!
Officer Michaels: [out of breath] He's a freak... [panting] Officer Michaels: He's the fastest kid alive...
Officer Slater: We *will* shoot you!
Officer Michaels: Everyone should hold a gun at least a couple times.
