Vic Feldspar: For God's sake, son, you have no upper body strength at all. I know girls that could get out of this hold.
Craig: Get your foot off my neck so I can kill you.
Vic Feldspar: Craigy, do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now? Do you even care? Are you so wrapped up with being a useless piece of pudge that you can't even see how embarrassed you're making me?
Malcolm: Um, I think he needs to breathe.
Vic Feldspar: I'm going to let you up now. I want you to dust yourself off, suck in your gut, and introduce me to your friends.
Craig: I'm not doing anything you tell me. I hate you. And I wasn't even choking. I was faking it.