Wilee: Douchebag! Have a nice day.
Manny: Have you seen my thighs?
Mr. Leung: A lot of money for a young lady.
Nima: Took me two years. I work three jobs.
Mr. Leung: American dream, huh?
Nima: Is to work three jobs?
Mr. Leung: These days, yes.
Wilee: Suck it, douchebag.
Raj: What is it with this envelope? People love it, they hate it, they gotta have it, they gotta get rid of it. It's like cigarettes or Democrats.
Wilee: Who are you, man?
Bobby: I'm the guy you don't fuck with.
Wilee: Brakes are death.