I, Robot2004

Farber:
SPOON! SPOONIE!! HEY!!! [Farber throws a football to Spooner. Spooner pretends to be open and intentionally misses. Farber runs over to him.] Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Excuse me. Excuse me. Spoon, man, where you been at?

Spooner:
Oh, just away, Farber.

Farber:
Oh yeah, like vacation and stuff? That's real nice, man. Listen, I got a favor to ask. I need to burrow the car for like 10-15 minutes. This is different, Spoon. I got this fine-ass little yummy. She is completely agreeable. I mean, ass-hot spankable, Spoon.

Spooner:
[chuckles] What does that even mean?

Farber:
You know damn well what it means, okay? Now stop barricading and let me burrow the damn-ass keys. [Farber reaches for Spooner's car keys, but Spooner grabs his arm]

Spooner:
First of all, stop cussin' 'cause you're not good at it.

Farber:
Then let me get 10 for the bus, man. I've been there for you.

Spooner:
Go home.

Farber:
Okay. That's strike one, Spoon. Strike one. [Farber runs off, while Spooner gives a look that says "What's with that kid?"]