Tommy: No, Paul is not my friend. He lives in my house. I got cockroaches, I got termites... I got Paul.
Marty: I might just grow to be five-ten. I'll be hot.
Marty: If I'm not mistaken, you've come back here to the house of loneliness and tears, to Daddy Downer and Brother Bummer, to come to some sort of decision about life, a life decision if you will.
Willie Conway: Bye Marty.
Marty: Later Pooh.
Willie Conway: What are you doing?
Marty: Another exciting Saturday night.
Willie Conway: You got many exciting Saturday nights in your future.
Marty: Yeah, yeah. So your lady's here, huh?
Willie Conway: Yeah, yeah.
Marty: I saw her. She - she's really pretty.
Willie Conway: She's OK. She's not as pretty as you, though.
Marty: Kinda got that boob-thing going for her.
Willie Conway: I can't play Pooh to your Christopher Robin.
Marty: What we've been doing lately is smoking massive amounts of drugs, binging on Entemmann's and listening to old Pink Floyd CD's.
Stinky: Do you see her face? Girls like that are born with a boyfriend.
Marty: I like to mash snow. It gives me a tremendous feeling of self satisfaction.
Willie Conway: You know how it is, the beginnings? When you first fall in love and you can't eat, you can't sleep and getting a call from her, it makes your day. It's like seeing a shooting star.
Andera: It's the best.
Willie Conway: Yeah, but, inevitably it goes away. It quiets down. So, this is my thing see, why get married now? Why not have two, three more of those beginning things before I, you know, settle into the big fade?
Andera: The big fade, that's a awful way to put it.
Willie Conway: You know in five years you won't even remember me.
Paul: What kind of future can she have with this guy, he cuts meat.
Tommy: You plow snow.
Kev: Hey, at least meat you can eat.
Paul: They're all sisters. It's one big conspiracy. Trust me.
Andera: So why the sad face?
Willie Conway: Job requirement. Happy piano players work the circus.
Darian: You can slip into something more comfortable.
Tommy: Like what?
Darian: Like me.
Paul: So you're the little neighborhood Lolita.
Marty: So you're the alcoholic high school buddy shit for brains.
Kev: Stay cool, man. Stay cool forever.
Paul: See these guys? Pete, Rizzo and Sammy B? They work all day and drink all night for 40 fucking years. Two weeks out of the year, they take a vacation and go to the Cape. What do they do? They drink all day, they drink all night. If we don't step it up, we're gonna wind up just like them.