Mary: How do you guys know each other? Lloyd: We used to be best friends. Harry: Yeah, until he turned into a backstabber. Lloyd: Me a backstabber? You got a lot of nerve. You knew I was crazy about her! Harry: And you knew I was crazy about Fraida Felcher and that didn't stop you, did it? Lloyd: What do you mean? Harry: What do you mean? Don't deny it, Lloyd. Fraida told me the whole sleazy story, Mr. French Tickler. Andre: Okay, what time does it, what time does that leave? Thank you, wait a second. Can I have a vegetarian meal? Harry: I guess we both learned a little something about each other today, didn't we? Lloyd: Yeah, you said it, pal. Maybe we're not as good of friends as we thought we were. Harry: I guess not. Lloyd: I mean, if one beautiful girl can rip us apart like this, then maybe our friendship isn't worth a damn. Maybe we should call it quits right now. Harry: You just tell me where to sign, bud. Lloyd: Right on my ass after you kiss it! Harry: Kiss it?! You kiss mine! Both cheeks, both lips, right here!


Harry and Lloyd are on the bed with Mary and Nick has a gun pointed at all of them as they argue about their friendship.