Exhibit A:
(Jete is play-wrestling with CG. He pins him on the chair. CG struggles to get up.)
M: Let him go. He wants to get up.
J: No. He's the prisoner of Az... ka.... (trying to remember the name - neither of us read the books) ...ban.
M: The prisoner of what?
J: Ax-abam.
M: The prisoner of Ask-Yvonne?
J: Ass-kiss-Ann. Whatever.
Exhibit B:
(Talking about the new Dukes of Hazzard movie, blah blah blah, it looks like it sucks.)
J: Jessica Simpson? Daisy wasn't stupid on the show. She was sexy, but smart too. And she should have stayed a brunette.
M: And, what were they thinking? Seann William Scott? He's no Bo. They've made the Duke boys into clowns. They weren't the clowns on the show.
J: I know. They were the clever ones. They might have been back woods, but they weren't backwards.
M: Did you read that somewhere? Or did you just make that up?
J: I just made that up right here.
M: You did not.
J: I did. (points to his head) Not just a hat rack, you know.
Exhibit C:
(In the car, we notice my keychain of beads spelling "METE" has broken.)
J: You're losing all of these. (picks up the "T" and "E" beads off the floor)
M: Oh, man. It's ruined.
J: No, look. The "M" and the "E" didn't fall off.
M: Oh! Don't you get it? "Mete" is gone - and all that remains is "Me"!
J: Um. Yeah.
M: That's really deep! Don't you think?
J: Uh-huh... So. Any plans this weekend?
M: Jerk.
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