Ramsy:
Want a beer?

Joy:
Oh, I-I already have one, but you should get one.

Buck:
Easy, Rams, baby. Here you go, big guy; some much needed elixir to celebrate your passing over the guarded threshold of life.

Buck:
Enjoy.

Donnie:
How's it go? The party was going great, and all the boys were feeling Mary. Mary had to leave, so they all jumped for Joy.

Joy:
The chimes sound nice.

Ramsy:
Yeah, they do. I've gotten used to them.

Joy:
Sometimes we take nice things for granted.

Buck:
Psst... Ramsy. Ramsy, wake up. Ramsy!

Buck:
Were you having a nightmare? What were you dreaming about?

Ramsy:
Football. Uh, I was playing football.

Buck:
Yeah, right.

Ramsy:
Right.

Buck:
The way you sounded, you must have scored!

Buck:
Grades are for crap.

Ramsy:
Buck, you only say that 'cause your grades are crappy.

Buck:
It's what you know and how you feel that's important.

Buck:
That's a tough question. That's what I like about you, Ramsy. You always ask the hard ones. Most guys have roommates that ask easy questions like, "How do you circumcise a mosquito?"