Been awhile.

Dude: You gonna talk to him?
Carlos: Who?
Dude: Paul, man, Paul. You gonna talk to him?

Carlos: Why would I need to talk to that piece of fat ass?
Dude: Cuz you guys are friends, man!

Carlos: Oh, you think we're friends, huh? You think we're friends?
Dude: Yeah

Carlos: Is that so...hmm, well would a friend call you some fucking awful name from the Fresh Prince of Bell-Air, you know, the one that always dance to Tom Jones?
Dude: Oh, you mean Carl?
Carlos: Yeah.
Dude: No-
Carlos: Uh huh, ok, would a friend deliberately call you Shamu, Goth Tard, Pastycakes, Virgin-Killing Vampire-
Dude: I guess not-
Carlos: Shut the fuck up! I'm not done here! Would he convey his love to you with sessions of love-making, and then throw you away like a piece of trash like he does to all his hohos! Would he switch your hair gel with crazy glue, and try to set your hair on fire because he knows you put on an excessive amount of hairspray! Would he mix up your sunblock lotion with mayonaise so birds can peck at you, and young, holy, virginous girls would stray away! Would he?
Dude:...
Carlos: I didn't think so, bitch.
Dude: You should call him.

Carlos: Whatev.