Party of Five, Season 4

Justin:
I always hated you.

Griffin:
Huh? Oh, yeah. What a coincidence. I always hated you, too.

Justin:
I mean, let's be honest. You got this whole "bad boy" thing going on "this is me, and I don't give a damn" thing that women always go for Makes me wanna puke.

Griffin:
Well, what about you, huh? You with your "smartest and thinks he's smartest" routine. Major pain in the butt, Mr. Harvard freakin' law.

Justin:
It's Yale! All right? And I'm an English major.

Griffin:
Ooh, yeah, Mr. Yale freakin' English.

Justin:
You know what really baffles my ass? I'm the one who's killing myself. And you, you already got everything you want. You got your stupid little motorcycle shop, you're married to this perfect woman, and it's just Man, go figure.

Griffin:
Yeah, well, it's not all it's cracked up to be, all right? I've got overhead, I've got long hours, and I'm living in a shed. You know, Harvard's a piece of cake compared to the real world, pal.

Justin:
Yale!

Griffin:
Yale schmale, man! Don't come crying on my shoulder. You're the one that's got it easy.

Justin:
Oh, oh, you think you got it rough? Whoo-hoo. I was valedictorian at Grant. You know that? And then I go to Yale and, hello! All of a sudden I'm failing English lit. English lit! It's like all of a sudden I'm stupid or something. Oh, and the people there. Oh, my God. My roommate He's this Thurston Howell turd wannabe. First day he starts off by unpacking his collection of Brandy snifters. And he's telling me all about his Polo scores, and I'm like, "whatever!" It sucks. Ok? It blows! Ok? Ok?!

Griffin:
Uh, ok, yeah. No, man, whatever. You yeah, you win.

Justin:
Is there any more of this stuff?

Griffin:
Oh, yeah. Hey, the next one's on me, bro.