[What makes for a successful evening] Buff: Smoke; babe; slice; brew. All four bases.
Jeff: What are you saying? Sooze: I don't know. And I don't care that I don't know.
Buff: What are you doing now? Bee-Bee: I don't know. You mean like now? Like right now? Waiting.
Jeff: I don't need a limousine to know who I am. At least I know I don't know.
Jeff: Burger Manifesto Part One is gonna make people think? Sooze: Yes, you asshole! Jeff: About what? Sooze: About things that are important to me! Jeff: Like what? Sooze: Sexual politics, racism, the environment, the military... Jeff: Racism? You don't even know anyone that's black!
Jeff: Idealism is guilty middle-class bullshit.
Jeff: ...and there'll be all these generations of suckers, all trying to figure out what the fuck they're doing on this fucking planet and it'll all be full of shit. It's all so fucking futile. Tim: If it's all so fucking futile, what the fuck are you so fucking upset about, fuckhead?
Jeff: It doesn't matter what I do as long as I don't care about the results. And that's why now, I'm getting naked.
Jeff: At least I admit that I don't know. I know that things are fucked up, beyond belief, and I have nothing original to say about it...