Jim: Smoke?
Will: No, no, I don't smoke. Hey, you shouldn't either, man. I just gave a health tip to a dead guy.
Jim: Somebody's been hitting the vino.
Will: Oh, it's tequila. I mean, I was just going shot-for-shot with this football clown.
Jim: Oh, drinking contests are Nowheresville. You wanna prove you're a real man, you play chicken. Now, two guys drive towards a cliff. The first one that stops, loses. That's how I got here. I won.
Will: I'm sorry, let's review here: You went flying off a cliff. The guy who didn't is probably laying up under your woman right now... And you're stuck here playing eternal poker with no chips. Nice going, buddy.