Brent: Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You
get to buy the first round.


Jesus: Guiness Stout?

Brent: I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have

another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank
you.


Jesus: Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right
to believe in something new.


Dippy: Can I quote that?

Jesus: Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was

born just a man within a plan.

Lippy: That's with a "J", right?


Brent: Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd.
But I don't believe in god either.


Jesus: And neither do I.


Brent: Let's pound some shots of Quervo. I'm always
thinking wrong loaded. So, damn it, come along. We'll
sing.


Jesus, Brent, and the People: Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.


Dippy: Genius, who's your agent?


Lippy:Is that in Hebrew?

Brent: I'm outta here. Call me a taxi. Christ, my keys.

You sure know how to drink my friend J.C.

Dippy: I love you.


People: Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too.
Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew.


Lippy: Please, don't leave.


Jesus: Thank you much. Come meet my wife at the
laundromat.