- You know, we could probably stay here till the lights close.

- You mean, lights come on?

- Frederic!  Frederic, my unassuming soft brotherous friend:  Get your turd brother out of here!

He wants me to imply--and for that get caught

- I think he's asleep now.  He's going to Magic Mountain, he's only in the 6th grade.

- Well, wake him up!

- I surely will not!

- Yea you didn't talk this big in high school!

- If you're imply--

- That you shit your pants on the Colossus!

-- No, Evan, grow up.

-- Shit yourself all over!   (Looking around, there is a crowd gathering on Nevsky Prospect). Yea!  Shit himself all over!  Yea, that's right!  You, Evan or Frederic: two characters in the shit eating contest!

-- You are getting quite lazy.

--Who said that!  (Looks around)