- Clive: Honestly, who holds a seven year high school reunion? I mean I'm something like twenty-four years, ten months and thirteen days today. Why don't we celebrate that too? Cake and shit for everybody!
- Clive: Yeah, Ugai and Mike brought me here at gunpoint. This is gonna be as painful as a Brazilian wax from Mike Tyson. Not that I've ever had one.
- Ugai: He looks practically the same. Except older, but not that much older. Just mature, you know? And he's bulked up too. Not huge. Not huge or anything. Just fit. Like, uh, uh, like a female bodybuilder except with out the tits... Well I guess they don't really have...
- Clive: Hey. Uhhh, Make me anything, man. I need a drink quick.
- Bartender: [Hands over a girlie drink] One French Summer.
- Clive: What the heck...
- Mike: Is wrong with you? Are you a man or a school girl with a fake I.D.? No drinks decorated with fruit. And no drinks that sound like an air freshener or a romantic getaway.
- [Mike sips the drink]
- Mike: Not bad, but all of sudden I want to go shopping for shoes.