Tommy: Did you finish the party plan?
Harry: Oh, yeah. Check it out.
Tommy: What is this?
Harry: What?
Tommy: "Music: A.M. radio. Food: fancy mixed nuts. Paper napkins?" This is pathetic, man. If we have to throw a party, let's at least do it right.
Harry: Dude, we are broke! We have been broke for six years.
Tommy: Okay. We'll charge it. Max out our credit cards.
Harry: Well, we can do that?
Tommy: Yeah. By the time they send us the bill, we'll be in another galaxy thirty trillion miles away.
Harry: I don't know why everybody doesn't do that.