Wedding Crashers2005

Sack:
Trapster, it's Sack.

Trapster:
Sackmaster! How was the wedding?

Sack:
Oh, it was boring, you know, but the bachelor party, of course, rocked. We got Heidi a couple of those f***ing sluts from the environmental group, remember them?

Trapster:
No way! Did you tap that again?

Sack:
Once at my place, then once back in the cab.

Trapster:
Damn! Sluts! Oh, how's Claire? Still trying to figure out what she's doing with her life?

Sack:
Claire? She's, you know, whatever, I don't know. She's saving the world one maladjusted kid at a time. But that'll all change when we're married, 'cause I want a wife. I don't want a f***ing martyr, right?

Trapster:
I hear that, my friend.

Sack:
Hey, man, listen, l-l-l-I got--do you remember that private detective we used to set up that Shearson Lehman prick?

Trapster:
The big sleazy, Tommy Gufano. He's a wop genius.

Sack:
Yes. I need you to get some dirt on these two guys John and Jeremy Ryan. They're brothers from New Hampshire. They got some sort of N.P.O. Called "Holy Shirts & Pants."

Trapster:
I will check into them.

Sack:
Excellent, bro.

Trapster:
You da man!

Sack:
Take it easy.