- David: Those kids at school, are they bigger than you?
- Luke Peterson: Yeah.
- David: Then bring a knife to school. If they take it off you and beat you up, you go around their houses at night and burn them down with their families inside. What's the worst they can do?
- Luke Peterson: Yeah... Umm... Okay.
- David: What happened?
- Luke Peterson: This kid called me a faggot... so I broke a yardstick on his face.
- David: Okay. Awesome.
- David: Do you want advice, Luke?
- Luke Peterson: Sure.
- David: Never let anyone pick on you.
- David: Otherwise, you'll carry it with you the rest of your life.
- David: [after he single handedly beat up all the high school football players in the bar who were picking on Luke, to the workers there] I suggest you leave. Call the police. Tell them the truth. A bunch of high school kids came in here. Demanded you serve them. You asked for ID. They got rowdy.
- [gestures to them on the floor]
- David: This is what happened. After all, you wouldn't want it known that you've been serving underage kids, would you?
- [Pulls out a couple hundred dollars and leaves it on his table]
- David: This should cover the damages.
- [He and Luke leave]
- [first lines]
- Spencer Peterson: Are you done with your breakfast?
- Luke Peterson: Yeah.
- Spencer Peterson: Let's do this thing.
