John Beckwith: Claire's mom just made me grab her hooters. Jeremy Grey: Well snap out of it! What, a hot older women made you feel her cans? Stop crying like a little girl. John Beckwith: I wasn't crying like a little girl. Jeremy Grey: Why don't you try getting jacked off under the table in front of the whole damn family and have some real problems, jackass. Hey, what were they like anyway? They looked pretty good, are they real? Are they built for speed or comfort? What'd you do with them? Motorboat? You play the motorboat? Jeremy Grey: You motorboatin son of a bitch! You old sailor you! Where is she? She still in the house? John Beckwith: What's wrong with you? Jeremy Grey: What do you mean "what's wrong with me?" What's wrong with you? John Beckwith: No, what's wrong with you? Jeremy Grey: No, what's wrong with you? You're projecting! John Beckwith: Drop it. Jeremy Grey: You drop it! You stop projecting on me! Why don't you go enjoy yourself while I go ice my balls and spit up blood. John Beckwith: Drop it! Jeremy Grey: Team player!


John and Jeremy bump into each other on the steps of the Cleary house.