It was crazy as hell. He must've been tweaking. I know I am. You got a washing machine I could take apart?

Michael: I'm trying to relate to you.
Jimmy: No, you're trying to take me on some nostalgia trip. You're such a cliche.
Michael: Oh! says the dope-smoking, game-playing, live-at-home, world-owes-him-a-living millennial.

You forget a thousand things every day, pal. Make sure this is one of 'em.

Did someone say yoga?

The morning after the night before.