THOMAS: I know. - Okay.

And, Milo, you take good care of Thomas, okay? Momma's gonna miss you.

- Okay, bye. - All right, see you guys.

Every one of my phone calls gets answered, right?

- Yeah, I know. - Every one. Okay.

- All right, have fun. COSTA: Bye.

THOMAS: Happy anniversary.

Get off me, you little faggot dog.

- Yeah! - It's on, motherfuckers!

- Whoo! THOMAS: Dude, chill out. Goddamn.

COSTA: It was really cool of your mom and dad to clean it out and wash it for you.

It's a free car. I'm not about to complain about a free car.

It's not even a car. It's a fucking minivan. We can't even roll in this.

Dude, too bad your dad didn't give you the Benz. That'd have been sick.

You know what, you're right, Costa. Let's just take your car.

- Oh, you don't have one. - Good fucking joke, good fucking joke.

COSTA: So, dog, you ready for tonight?

THOMAS: I actually wanna talk to you about that, you know, before we jump into it.

COSTA: I knew it. You're bitching out. THOMAS: What?

What? Dude, I'm not bitching out.