Ben: You don't even shake my hand the first time I see you. Larry: You had snot on your hand. You'd just sneezed. Ben: That was a dry sneeze, Larry. Larry: I can't asume dry. I gotta assume wet.
Larry: (on Susie's sweatshirts) Not quite my cup of tea, but, you know, it's nice. Susie: Fuck you, and fuck your tea! Larry: What? Susie: Whoever said you had taste, Mr. Hushpuppy-rumpled-suit look?
