Gib: I'm gonna miss you, Lance.
Lance: It's your own fault, you know. You should be coming out to California with me.
Gib: Yeah, right. Get a totally bitchin' education out there, dude. California. You could be coming to New England with me, you know.
Lance: Are you crazy? The Ivy leagues stink. All they got there are those ugly intellectual girls with Band-Aids on their knees from playing the cello. No thank you.
Gib: What the hell's wrong with being stupid once in awhile? Does everything you do always have to be sensible? Haven't you ever thrown waterballoons off a roof? When you were a little kid didn't you ever sprinkle Ivory flakes on the living room floor 'cause you wanted to make it snow in July? Didn't you ever get really shitfaced and maybe make a complete fool of yourself and still have an excellent time?