Charlie: My platoon did some team building back in the army with this guy Terry. We'd hide his clothes, blast music at him all night long, chase him around with a fire hose.
Todd: Did that make Terry feel like part of the team?
Charlie: No, Terry's short for terrorist. It's better if you don't know their names.
Rajiv: This is an Indian train. Getting on is just the half of it. There are pickpockets and gropers and gropers-in-training being shown the ropes by more seasoned gropers.
Charlie: I'm on kind of a cold streak. Last time I got any action was when I spilled ice cream on my pants and a street dog just went at it. I'm ashamed to tell you, I didn't put up much of a fight.
Tonya: Dating is like hunting.
Charlie: I'm listening.
Tonya: Well, you wouldn't just charge into the woods blasting your gun everywhere, would you?
Charlie: No, the deer would run away.
Tonya: Exactly. It takes patience.
Charlie: And deer urine. I cover myself with deer urine to put 'em at ease.
Tonya: Okay. Well, dinner and a movie is the deer urine of dating.