— Why am I helping you?
— Because I’m manipulating you. That’s the way I get people to do things for me.
— Really?
— Yeah.
— Shit, that’s awesome. How did you do that?
— If you make my chair look really nice, I will tell you.
— What in the hell is a MySpace page?
— It’s, like, that friends forum. These things are pretty awesome: you create a profile, put your picture on there and other people send you pictures and want to be your friend.
— Oh. So that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. You guys are losers.
I don’t want to hear about your dream, okay? I hate listening to people’s dreams. It’s like flipping through a stack of photographs. If I’m not in any of them, and nobody’s having sex, I just… don’t care.