Hutch: Whoa, this isn't a freshman dorm party. You've got to put 'em in bowls.
Axl: Oh, my God, dude, you're killing me! Who are you?
Hutch: [sighs] I know, I feel you, but this is a classy building. I mean, we got a doorman, and there's almost no barf in the hallways.
Axl: Yawn, sounds boring. Hey, you know what we should do?
Hutch: Hmm?
Axl: Remember how we used to play Big Cruddy at our parties?
Hutch: I do love me some Big Cruddy. Wait, why did we call it that, again?
Axl: I don't know. We were drunk. Just saying, maybe this mixer wouldn't suck so much if we pretended to be other people. Like, I could be the guy who, uh, invented Lucky Charms, or... a smoke jumper, parachutes into forest fires.
Hutch: [inhales sharply] Dude, I don't think a smoke jumper's mommy calls him to see if he got here okay.
Axl: I told her not to.