From Baseketball

Remer: Your bed is over here. [points to a dog bed]
Squeak: Dude, that is so fuckin' weak! How am I supposed to get a chick in that?
Coop: Oh, don't worry, dude. You couldn't get a chick if you had a hundred dollar bill hanging out of your zipper.
Squeak: Yeah I could.
Remer: No. Dude, you're a little bitch!
Squeak: I am not! I don't even know why I hang out with you guys, anyway.
Coop: 'Cause you're a piece of shit.
Squeak: I am not a piece of shit!
Remer: Yeah, but you're a little bitch.
Squeak: Goddammit! I swear if you guys rip on me 13 or 14 more times... I'm outta here!

[standing at the front door]
Coop: It's Coop and Remer.
Remer: We graduated with Britney.
Dr. Kaiser: You graduated?
Coop: Of course we graduated, cock, BEER?

Remer: "Where's Coop?" How the hell should I know? For all I care, he could be hanging by his neck in his fucking closet.
Robert Stack: Scenario one, hanging by his neck in his fucking closet.