February 26, 2009 | 0 Comments
Conner: Ditka won’t do the stunt. Mason: Why? He just has to catch somebody. Conner: I know. It turns out Ditka is a delicate flower….
Conner: Ditka won’t do the stunt. Mason: Why? He just has to catch somebody. Conner: I know. It turns out Ditka is a delicate flower….
Conner: We walk outta here like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Mason: They died in the end. Conner: Everybody dies in the end. They…
Sarah: It’s not a date. It’s just two adults enjoying the night out together. Conner: Isn’t that the very definition of a date?
Conner: That wasn’t about race. Mason: What wasn’t about race? Conner: That was about cake. I love chocolate cake. Mason: Everybody loves…
Sarah [after kissing Hector]: Maybe I am gay
Hector: So, you want to stop and get a drink before the party? Sarah: I already did
Mason: Remember that ridiculously hot concierge in the lobby? Conner: The one with no visible knee caps? Mason: I have no idea what that…
Tom: We can’t do this. Choosing which one of us will take you tonight has really been hard on our friendship. Hector: It’s like Sophie’s…
Conner: I’m trying to remember, in this particular relationship, if I was a dick or not. Mason: I hate those odds. Call her anyway….
Sarah: Hey, I heard you got Spike Jonze. Mason: Heard you’re a lesbian.