John: 'Claire's mom just made me grab her hooters.'
Jeremy: 'Well snap out of it! What, a hot older women made you feel her cans? Stop crying like a little girl.'
John: 'I wasn't crying like a little girl.'
Jeremy: '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: 'You motorboatin son of a bitch! You old sailor you! Where is she? She still in the house?'
John: 'What's wrong with you?'
Jeremy: 'What do you mean "what's wrong with me?" What's wrong with you?'
John: 'No, what's wrong with you?'
Jeremy: 'No, what's wrong with you? You're projecting!'
John: 'Drop it.'
Jeremy: '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: 'Drop it!'
Jeremy: 'Team player!'
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