Lelaina Pierce: Hey, Sammy, what's your goal?
Sammy: My goal is... I'd like a career or something.
Vickie: Welcome to the Maxi Pad.
Troy Dyer: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.
Lelaina Pierce: I have to work around here, and, unfortunately, Troy, you are a master at the art of time suckage.
Michael Grates: Have I stepped over some line in the sands of coolness with you? Because excuse me if somebody doesn't know the secret handshake with you.
Troy Dyer: There's no secret handshake. There's an IQ prerequisite, but there's no secret handshake.
Lelaina: He's so cheesy, I can't watch him without crackers.
Lelaina Pierce: I'd like to somehow make a difference in people's lives.
Troy Dyer: And I... I would like to buy them all a Coke.
Lelaina Pierce: And you wonder why we never got involved?
Troy Dyer: Well fuck me for being nice.
Chosen answer: It's a drinking game and can be played with just about any kind of list. You go in a circle and name off parts of the list, ie. in the movie they are naming Good Times plots. When it's your turn you have to name one or you have to do a shot of liquor.