Holidays always depress me, Sam. –Holidays? But-- Halloween? I thought you loved this time of year. –I detest it with every fiber of my being. Now back when it was the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain... Now that... that was a holiday. Dead rising from their graves, damaging crops, causing trouble... Good times.
She digs you, all right? Lookit, she's smart, she's hot, she goes to college, she works at a crapshack like this with losers like me and you. What does that tell you just off the top of your head? –She's got low standards? –Exactly. Use that to your advantage before she figures that out, all right? 'Cause she will, I'm telling you.