“You freaking, flippin’, moronic frat boy!”
“Look and you wlll see, that which was can never be. When they seek a boy your age, Run, you flippin moron, run!”
“Run, you flippin' moron, run!”
“Of course I remember that. You sounded like a frat boy and looked like a fucking model. What man could ever forget that?”
“Sam talking to a frat boy - "You. O Positive. How many exits?" "What?....Oh shit, did you just call me by my blood type?”
“This is where Wulf’s people would get drunk and party for a week. All hail the Vikings, forerunners to the frat boys! (Chris)”