Bryce:I only wanted to get laid, instead I'm getting fucked.
Bryce:She's sixteen. I mean, what 21-year-old carries around a fake ID saying she's 16? The girl downstairs is 16. Sixteen! I mean, it doesn't matter if she said no. It doesn't matter if she screamed yes, and had a notary public certify it; she's underage! It's statutory! If she presses charges, I will go to jail!
Nick:So I guess a second date's out of the question, then, huh?
Lissa:I've built up a certain tolerance for your fuck-ups.
Nick:I love you.
Lissa:Why do you think I'm doing this?
Nick:You know, not everything in the world revolves around fucking.
Bryce:No, just most things.
Lissa:You're telling me.
Nick:I thought you'd be an older guy.
Bad Ass Dude:My profession don't promote career longevity. It's a young man's business.
[Nick is reaching for the stolen note, which Lissa has hidden in her private parts]
Lissa:You could at least kiss me when you do that.
Nick:We save her, we screw us, and vice versa. But think- who's worth saving here? Who's created this problem? Someone is gonna get hurt, Bryce. It's just a question of who.
Bad Ass Dude:Boy, you got a funny idea about chivalry. When me and my lady go driving, she always rides up front with me.
Bad Ass Dude:What, you never fucked a friend before?
Nick:I thought you were leaving.
Lissa:I thought I was too. Then I realized I didn't have any money.
Nick:Anywhere. Away from here.