Graham Verchere en el papel de...
Keith
- Oliver: Oh, we have to wipe the floor with them. Come on, how about a little less beagle, a little more Mad Max?
- Keith Grant: Yeah. Let's live a little.
- Oliver: [after the windshield gets cracked] Well, we wanted more Mad Max.
- Keith Grant: My parents are gonna kill me.
- Oliver: Dear God, dude. I can feel that on my Jimmies, can you feel that?
- Keith Grant: I feel something. I'm not sure what.
- Oliver: Okay, what's the deal? You just inherited a primo car, and you're sulking like a wounded beagle.
- Keith Grant: I guess I should be thrilled. I just feel guilty.
- Oliver: Let me guess, you're unworthy. You don't deserve this car, and other textbook victim pathologies.
- Keith Grant: Victim pathologies?
- Oliver: Yeah. It's all armor. You've built it up over time to protect yourself from getting hurt. You deserve this car. We deserve this car.
- Keith Grant: What if I said I wasn't a victim?
- Oliver: I'd say you're in denial.
- Keith Grant: No, I mean, if I hadn't been honest with you, what would you say?