Suck

Jennifer:
[after Hugo discovers her draining a victim] It's not what it looks like.

Hugo:
You drank the guy!

Joey:
How'd you know my name?

Bartender:
Oh, I can read your mind.

Joey:
Wow. What am I thinking right now?

Bartender:
Well, you're thinking "this bartender is crazy!"

Joey:
You're good.

Bartender:
You're afraid of being a loser for the rest of your life. Too late for you. Too late for the band. I would say you're 30 pounds of junk food and a retail job away from killing yourself. Just a guess.

Jeff:
What I'm saying is that as your manager I'm advising you to fire your manager.

Jeff:
Hey, ya know, I know how you're feeling though. You're getting old. Hmm? I'm getting old. Rock and roll is getting old. Have you considered, uh... Japanese hip hop?

Tyler:
Woah! We're sleeping in the hearse tonight?

Joey:
We have a six hour drive tomorrow, Jennifer.

Jennifer:
Yeah, and I don't want to sleep in the hearse. The hearse smells like drummer.

Sam:
I heard that!

Hugo:
She'll be here. I know women.

Joey:
We're gonna miss sound check.

Sam:
I hope she's okay.

Joey:
She's okay. She's always okay. She just doesn't care. This is why I broke up with her.

Tyler:
She dumped you.

Hugo:
Yeah, for being an insensitive prick. [Joey glares at him] Her words, not mine.

Jennifer:
It's not what it looks like.

Sam:
You ate beef!

Jennifer:
Everyone be cool.

Tyler:
Okay, we've definitely smoked PCP.

Jennifer:
I can explain.

Joey:
You can explain? You can explain why you're chewing on a severed arm?

Jennifer:
Oh, don't be such a drama queen.

Jennifer:
Nobody likes a judge.

Joey:
Yeah, nobody likes a vampire either.

Jennifer:
Screw you, Joey!

Joey:
Screw me? Screw me? You're out of the band, Jennifer!

Tyler:
She's kind of the best thing about this band right now.

Joey:
Tyler!

Tyler:
I'm just saying maybe you should sleep on it.

Sam:
Oh my God, you really ate beef.