Louden Swain:
I'm gonna drop down to 168 and wrestle Schute

Kuch:
SCHUTE? Schute's a monster! A genuine geratoid! His own father has to use a livewire to keep him from fuckin' the fireplace!

Tanneran:
I think you're dehydrated.

Louden Swain:
No, I'm just the victim of a screwed-up nitrogen imbalance. Plus, I think I've contracted priapism.

Tanneran:
What's priapism?

Louden Swain:
It's a disease of a constant erection.

Louden Swain:
It's not funny, believe me! The girl of my dreams lives under my own roof, but she thinks I'm just a kid, a dumb jock, all of which is more or less true. I'm dying, Mr. Tanneran, just like that girl in the poem... only quicker, and with a hard-on.