Carter, you're on clean-up duty. Every single cone, every ball. Don't even think about leaving until it's done. Sorry, man. Take one for the team.
This is bullshit. All because of that stupid, perfect, golden... Hey! That's my shower! There are plenty of other showers, Ryan.
But that one is mine. Ask anyone. Well, no one else is here. So what are you going to do about it? You think you're all that?
You think you... You good-for-nothings better not still be in there! You're supposed to take a shower, not start a fucking flood! Hurry up.
Just get out of here. What have I done? I'm straight. It was just proving a point.
Adrenaline. Sports hormone bullshit, that's all. Sweetie, is that you? Dinner's in an hour.
Not hungry, Mom. Go in the shower. How am I supposed to explain these? Why can't I stop shaking?
Why did you do that? I can't change what I did. So what the hell am I going to do now?