Charlie

Tommy:
Hand me those pants on the chair over there.

Charlie:
Oh my f***ing god, you gotta be kidding me. You're not wearing these pants.

Tommy:
Oh I'm wearing those pants.

Charlie:
You're not wearing these pants.

Tommy:
Gimmie the pants.

Charlie:
Get the f*** outta here.

Tommy:
C'mon.

Charlie:
Wait wait. [smells pants]

Tommy:
[laughs] Gimme them.

Charlie:
You're not wearing them.

Tommy:
Yeah watch me, there they go - woop one leg, there's the other.

Charlie:
You know, here's the deal you cheap f***. These are plastic pants, they're not leather.

Tommy:
I don't care.

Charlie:
Do you even know it?

Tommy:
Okay, first of all - you watch how much f***in' p*ssy I get tonight.

Charlie:
Yeah, yeah... in your imagination.