Aaron:
Maybe you equate sex with a handshake and that's what? Like a badge? What do you want me to congratulate you?
Christian:
Hey, don't you preach to me, ok? Who are you, some kid from the sticks? You come in here and think you can fucking judge me?
Aaron:
Oh yeah, I'm just some doodah pudknocker from Pocatello. They ship us here from Dork Island.
Christian:
[laughing] What?
Aaron:
I'm saying I know how retarded you think I am, ok? You found me out, all right? My worst secret. And I'm humiliated now, so your work is done here.
Christian:
Wait, I don't think you're a dork. But if you know how ridiculous you look, why would you do it?
Aaron:
Don't you believe in anything?
Christian:
Yeah.
Aaron:
Then tell me! You tell me one thing in your life, one thing without a shadow of a doubt that you really believe.
Christian:
I believe that Ann Margaret has never been given her due as an actress.
Aaron:
Duh, for Tommy alone and did you see her when she was...
[stops himself]