"Did you hear I finally graduated?"
"Yeah, and just a shade under a decade too, all right."
"You know a lot of people go to college for seven years."
"I know, they're called doctors."
"Let's say the average person uses ten percent of their brain. How much do you use? One and a half percent. The rest is clogged with malted hops and bong resin."
"Forget it, I quit, I can't do this anymore, man. My head's about to explode. My whole life sucks! I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know where I'm going. My dad just died, we just killed Bambi, I'm out here getting my ass kicked and every time I drive down the road I wanna jerk the wheel into a Goddamn bridge abutment!"
"Richard, do I have a mark on my face? It really hurts."
"Nope. Nothing. I thought I hit you in the shoulder?"
"My shoulder doesn't hurt very much, but my face does. ..Right here...not here or here so much, but right here."
"Nope, ship shape."
"Boy did I screw up. My so-called family deserted me. Michelle's mad at me. I lost the factory. The town's going under. And I lost my job. [bench he's sitting on breaks] Could have done without that."