| Bobby | "OK, rules - no freebies, no free turns for your friends, no free upgrades, no free food--" | |
| James | "So just... nothing is free here?" | |
| Bobby | "Everybody has to pay for everything. And more importantly, working in games, no-one ever wins a giant-ass panda." | |
| Paulette | "Yeah, we don't have that many left." |
| Joel | One dollar buys five rings, if one of the rings lands on one of the red bottles, they win a giant-ass panda. | |
| James | That *is* a giant-ass panda. | |
| Joel | Yeah, it's the best prize in the park, and that's because this game is un-winnable. Observe. I'll drop a ring from three inches away. | |
| James | So... nobody ever wins? | |
| Joel | If someone wins a giant-ass panda on your watch, you should just go home 'cause you're fired, OK? |
| Joel | "So the object of the game is to knock the hat off the dummy with a softball, except, as you'll see, half the hats are glued on." | |
| James | "Really?" | |
| Joel | "Yeah, I mean, we pay little Malaysian kids 10 cents a day to make these toys, we can't just *give* them away." |
| Joel | You get a five-minute bathroom break every two hours. I recommend saving a few of those up in case you have to go 'number two'. |
| James | "I think somebody was trying to write 'Satan Lives' on that wall, but they spelled it 'Satin Lives'." | |
| Em | "One of those textile-worshiping cults, no doubt." |
| James | "I'm amazed at how tiny my pay-check is, I've been working doubles." | |
| Joel | "Well, we *are* doing the work of pathetic, lazy morons." |
| Sue | "What are you majoring in?" | |
| Joel | "Uh, Russian literature and Slavic languages." | |
| Sue | "Oh wow, that's pretty interesting. What career track is that?" | |
| Joel | "Cabbie, hot dog vendor, marijuana delivery guy. The world is my oyster." |
| Joel | [After helping Sue up off the ground] There you go. | |
| Sue | You're so strong...ish | |
| Joel | I'll take that. |
| Joel | "What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fucking 'Moby Dick', and he was so poor and forgotten by the time he died, that in his obituary, they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just going to forget our fucking names anyway. I heard Em went back to New York." | |
| James | "I wish it didn't end like that, I should've... I don't know. Your Herman Melville story that - that's bullshit." | |
| Joel | "It's true, they called him Henry." | |
| James | "No, I mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was a pretty passionate guy, Joel. I hope they call me Henry when I die, too." | |
| Joel | "One can only hope." |
| Frigo | "Brennan, don't get all drunk and fall asleep." | |
| James | "Why?" | |
| Frigo | "Because I'll jack off on your face!" |
| James | "Look, my theory is you can't just avoid everybody you screw up with. And you should trust me. I'm a New Yorker." |
| Domestic | $16,044,025 |
| Foreign | +$1,120,352 |
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| Domestic | $16,044,025 |
| Foreign | +1,120,352 |