Randall: Can I borrow your car?
Tom: Yea man, you know, just leave the keys on the tire and don't get any blood on the back seat.
Randall: I wouldn't dream of it. I want this to be special, you know, like in the middle of the woods up against a tree.
Regina: You're a pig.
Randall: You're a dyke.
Regina: Die a violent death.
Regina: I hate to be the bitch but are we gonna play or what?
Tom: Aw Regina, you love to be the bitch.
Regina: I can't get caught in the boys dorm again.
Tom: Like the last time when we hooked up?
Regina: You mean when you jerked off to my yearbook photo?