August: Yeah-oh! Do you want a bachelor party?
"What's that?"
August: Itś like-a big party you have the night before your wedding...there´s usually a lot of alcohol...
"I like alcohol. Let's do it."
August: Cool...alsooooo...I may have asked 217 to be my best man.
"No."
August: Why not? He´s my friend...
"I hate him and his stupid smile...and his laughter.."
August: So you hate him because he´s happy!?
"Shut up."
