The Gang Buys a Roller Rink

Why would you deliver such sad news in such an upbeat fashion?

Uh, yeah, you know what? It felt wrong as I was doing it. Wasn't sure how to stop.

Charlie:Everybody wants to pave paradise and put up a parking lot.

Mac:Nice! Nice. Uh, Joni Mitchell, yeah. I found a way to weave it in. I heard you do that.

Hotdogging happens at the concession stand.

Charlie:This jacket's phat as hell.

Mac:It may be phat, but you're not supposed to wear it, all right?

Charlie:I got to look phat 'cause I'm out there selling weed, and you got to look phat if you're selling weed.

Mac:And also, dude, I'm gonna say this as your friend and not just your boss... stop dealing drugs at work, okay?

Mac:You know, Dennis looks like Jerry Seinfeld.

Dennis:Thanks, man. Yeah, that's kind of what I was going for.

Dee:I don't like how mean they are to each other on that show.

Dennis:Aw, Sweet Dee. So pure of heart. You know?

Dee:Oh, no, Charlie, uh, size 11 in men's.

Charlie:That's okay. Oh, right. You wear men's. Yeah. I totally forgot.

Dennis:Guys, thank you so much for not making fun of the size of her feet. They're—they're very big.

Mac:Mark my words, nobody will ever use email. The Internet is a fad for nerds.

Mac:Like, what kind of business is he in?

Dennis:It's complicated, you know? There's—there's numbers and money, you know?

Mac:I definitely see myself running this place one day.

Dennis:I'll be running a multi-million-dollar business, and you'll be working at a roller rink.

Mac:Mobile phones. Fads for yuppies. Mark my words, Charlie, those things will never catch on.

Charlie:Also, you keep saying that, and I don't know if you're, like, fully expecting me to, like, mark these words down 'cause I don't have, like, a pen on me.

Dennis:How am I supposed to learn if you don't show me how to do it?

Frank:You don't know how?

Dennis:No. I don't know anything.

Frank:I thought this was something you'd learn in school.

Dennis:I feel like I just watched you have sex with a prostitute.

Frank:Yeah. Why?

Dennis:What do you mean why?

Frank:It was your idea.

Dennis:I didn't want to watch you have sex.

Frank:I didn't want you to watch me have sex, either.

Dennis:I don't even know what it is I'm being fired from.

Mac:I just sold two ounces of Compton Endo.

Charlie:Holy shit. Whoa, dude, there's got to be, like, $80 in there.

Mac:It's $4,000, Charlie.

Charlie:Oh, got to tighten them Dee's nuts. / Dee's nuts.

Dee:I'm sorry. I just don't find crass humor that funny.

Mac:Cool? Charlie, in 20 years, everybody's gonna have a beeper. Mark my words.

Charlie:Maybe I'll introduce myself, too? Put a name to the face 'cause customer service is important.

Mac:They will return, no matter what, because they're addicted to the drugs.

Charlie:Oh. That's how it works. / Oh. Okay, cool.

Charlie:Hi. I'm Charlie. I'll be taking care of you guys this evening.

Charlie:I'm a little thrown off. I was expecting you guys to be so much older than me.

Charlie:Sorry. It's my first night. I'm in training, so... thank you for your patience.

Mac:That's a gat. I got a gat.

Charlie:You're carrying around a gun handle?

Mac:It's still cool, though.

Charlie:All right, well, look on the bright side, Mac. We just made a quick 25 cents.

Dennis:And I'm starting to think that my dad's a bad man.

Mac:Mark my words, you're probably never gonna see that guy again for the rest of your life.

Charlie:What if we went into business, like, for ourselves?

Mac:Like we do what Dennis's dad does at work, right, but we do it with each other.

Charlie:From the machines and my paycheck and just, like, saving the quarters and shit, I've saved up, like, $57,000.

Charlie:II-When she asked me to tighten her skates, I secretly loosened them, you know, 'cause real friends don't slow each other down, right? They help them soar.

Dee:Yeah, I'm fine, you small-haired cunt.

Dee:A breath mint 'cause your mouth smells like you just ate a giant slice of shit pizza.

Dee:I'm gonna get rich, I'm gonna get famous, and I'm probably gonna marry Scott Wolf.

Dennis:Sweet Dee is not being very sweet.

Smokey:I don't own this place. I just work here for the free parking.

Smokey:I own the bar around the corner.

Dennis:There's a bar around the corner?

Smokey:Yeah. That place is a real dump.

Dennis:We'll take it. Any price.

Mac:Well, well, hang on a second. We don't know if we'll take it. We haven't even seen it yet.

Dennis:Stop saying that. You are a terrible negotiator.

Dennis:Well, there's a palpable sadness in here.

Mac:Guys, mark my words, when we're finished with this place, you're not even gonna recognize it.

Mac:I got a lot of things wrong.

Dennis:Yeah. We really didn't change that much.

Mac:No.

Charlie:You haven't even changed clothes, for instance. You're still wearing the same sweatshirt.