Freddie: I dream of being in a Las Vegas hotel where all of the towels smell like Downy Fabric Softener.
Freddie: Time is like an orange. It's round. It repeats itself. Everything happens for a reason.
Jjaks Clayton: You ate my ear. You killed your wife. You framed me for it. And you're mad at me because I lied?
Sam: He ain't heavy, he's my shit-head brother.
Sam: So, was it love or just...with Freddie?
Jjaks Clayton: Fuck off.
Sam: A good blowjob feels like love every time, right?
Man on Phone: Life is one big emergency, man, so fuck off
[calmly raises middle finger to Sam]