Thomas is bitching out like the little bitch that he is.

THOMAS: Fuck you. - Oh, my God.

(THOMAS LAUGHING)

- Oh, shit. - We need this party. You need this party.

THOMAS: I'm just nervous. What if nobody shows up? What if it sucks?

COSTA: That's not an option. People will show up.

Look at J.B. He's like a little fat Rain Man, texting away.

(HORN HONKS)

THOMAS: Dude, stop. COSTA: You're telling me he doesn't need this?

Holy shit, dude. Your parents gave you the minivan? That's awesome!

- Yeah. - Hey, Costa. Hey, Dax.

BRENDAN: That isn't happening. That's not real.

THOMAS: Uh, excuse me... GIRL: Sorry.

Hey, can I get to my locker right there?

Dude, why are you staring at my dick?

(ALL LAUGHING)

I wasn't. My locker's there. Can I get to it?

- Whatever, you fucking weirdo. COSTA: Dude, just let it go. Just come on.

- Hey, that's a sweet minivan, soccer mom. - See? See what I told you?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)