Brad: My life is over. Randy, I've got a pimple.
Randy: I don't see anything.
Brad: It's one of those under-the-skin ones. It's gonna come out tomorrow.
Randy: Well, maybe we can throw it a coming-out party. Invite all the other pimples in the neighborhood.
Brad: Randy, you don't understand. Tomorrow night's my date with Jessica Lutz. What am I gonna do?
Randy: Send her fries and a chocolate bar, hope she breaks out too.