The Blue Pen

Danny: How do you know it was my blue pen, it could have been yours.

Joel: No, I never ever use a blue pen. I'm a black man...pen.

The Undelivered

Joel: You promised me boobs right away.

Ben: And..?

Joel: You did not deliver.

The Dance Floor

Zack: I wonder what she's doing now.

Ben: Probably being hot somewhere.

Joel: Yeah, probably fucking some dude...on the dance floor.

The Loss

Joel: It's nothing to cry home about.

A Game of Scrabble

(Zack places the word "ROC" on the board)

Joel: What's a roc?

Zack: It's a mythical bird.

Joel: Is that like if I put the word "flamingo"?

Zack: Yes, but mythical.

The Sell-Off

Joel: We need to have a coordinated sell-off of the things in our apartment we don't need.

Danny: Like what?

Joel: (no response)

Danny: Name one.

Joel: Your chair in the loft.

The Lack of Disease

Joel: Guess what?

Zack: What?

Joel: I'm disease-free.

Zack: Congratulations, who told you?

Joel: The doctor. Now I can screw anything that walks or moves.