T. Paul: Hey, is this your wife? Damn! I see why you were upset! Not bad Nick, not bad, Nick! You know, for a cheatin' bitch.
Nick Beam: Hey! Don't you call her that, you don't know her, don't say that.
T. Paul: Okay, okay, no disrespect. What should I call her?"Monogamously challenged"?
Nick Beam: How's it feel, Phillip? You had it all, but it just wasn't enough. You had to mess with me. Nobody messes with Nick Beam.
T. Paul: What is beetle headed?
Nick Beam: It's a synonym for stupid.
T. Paul: Oh. Well, here's a synonym for procreation: fuck you! It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sitting on your rich ass in a big fucking house.
Nick Beam: I'm not rich.
T. Paul: Oh yeah? How big's your TV?
Nick Beam: What?
T. Paul: I said how big's your TV?
Nick Beam: 50 inch.
T. Paul: Ah, get in the car.
Nick Beam: Please, let's not make this a social issue.
T. Paul: Okay, when you meet my wife, she don't know nothin' about my sideline gig.
Nick Beam: You mean she doesn't know you're a thief?
T. Paul: Hey, I'm not a thief. Okay? I just dabble in future used goods.
T. Paul: You can stay at my place, man.
Nick Beam: Thanks. Just for the night.
T. Paul: What, did you think I was asking you to move in?
Nick Beam: No I was just saying.
T. Paul: Please, Mr. Beam, stay with me forever.
Nick Beam: Just shut up.
T. Paul: Mr. Beam.
Nick Beam: Shut up.
T. Paul: Mr. Beam, Mr. Beam, Mr. Beam.
Nick Beam: Do you know how to shut up? Is it in your vocabulary? Do you ever shut up?
T. Paul: Please stay with me forever, Mr. Beam.