China, Il2011

[Frank gets worried when he sees all the scrabble words that resembles to telling the truth about loving Stacy]

Billy:
Frank, is something wrong?

Frank Smith:
Okay, I need to be completely honest with you guys.

Billy:
Dude, you're our good friend, so shoot. Share.

Frank Smith:
[inhales, exhales deeply] Billy, I want to slit your throat, and then I want to f*** Stacy.

Billy:
Wait. What?

Frank Smith:
No, no. It's cool. She wants it.

Stacy:
Wait -- What?!

Frank Smith:
[scoffs] Come on. Remember when you signaled to me by touching my forearm?

Stacy:
Dude, I don't know what you're talking about.

Billy:
Hold on. [to Stacy] You touched his forearm? What are you doing jacking off his forearm?

Stacy:
This is absurd! I touched his forearm like I might touch any guy's forearm, like -- Like in the subway.

Billy:
So, you're jacking off guys' arms in the subway now, huh? I don't know who you are.

Stacy:
Ugh!

Frank Smith:
Hold on. We're just trying to line up a cool and easy f*** here.

Stacy:
You know what? You guys suck. [leaves]

Frank Smith:
So, should we just split her tiles up?

Billy:
Get the f*** out.

Frank Smith:
This is her house. So you get out.