Francis the Driver: "I'm gonna be totally honest with you. I have a warrant out for a totally nonviolent crime. Okay? There. Mercy Street, guys."
Seth: "Well, I'll be honest with you for a second."
Francis the Driver: "Okay."
Seth: "You better get us a shitload of cash or a shitload of alcohol or you're going to bleeping prison."
Evan: "What are you doing, man? That's-- You don't need to--"
Francis the Driver: "Okay."
Evan: "No, let's not-- Let's hang on a second here."
Seth: "Cough it up."
Francis the Driver: "Fine."
Evan: "I don't know if we should be doing anything too official."
Francis the Driver: "Let's work together. We're working together. It's like Let's Make a Deal. Here we go."
Seth: "Seven bucks? Are you bleeping serious?! This isn't enough for anything. What are you, a 6-year-old?"
Francis the Driver: "It's all I have, man. That's all I have."
Seth: "Well, you better think of something quickly, alright? Ah, my back!"
Francis the Driver: "No, no, no, no, no. Wait."
Seth: "My back! Cops, my back."
Francis the Driver: "Wait, don't do that. Alright, listen. I can get you alcohol. I'm going to this party right now, bro. Okay? It's got booze, it's got girls. Booze and girls equals... I don't know. Do you? I don't know. Do you? I think you do. Do you?"