Brick: I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party.
Alan: He’s jackin’ his little weenis. Not at the table, Carlos.
Brick: The party. With the … with the pants. Party with pants?
Alan: Nobody’s gonna fuck on you! I’m on your side! I hate Godzilla! I hate him too! I hate him! He destroys cities! Please! This isn’t your fault. I’ll get you some pants.
Brick: I don’t know what we’re yelling about.
Alan: I’m not supposed to be within two hundred feet of a school. Or a Chuck E. Cheese.
Brick: Um, no, no. Too many people died last year, so we’re not gonna.
Alan: Whoa, watch it pervert!
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