'Dude, this afternoon is gonna be so righteous!'

'I know, man. Just think. We have beer.'

'I know. Dude, it's gonna be so cool when we get the beer home.'

'I know, man. We're like nearly there. We can kick back on the couch, pop open a couple of beers. And the Good Times will surely follow.'

'Dude, we could, like, order a pizza, and if we order a pizza with extra anchovies, the pizza chick will bring it to us, and. . . .'

'Anchovies? Why them?'

'Don't you know? That's like the code for pizza sex, so they'll, like, send their hottest pizza chick to hook us up, and when she sees that we have beer, she'll be totally ready to party, like, "Oh my god, you guys have beer? Well, like, my shift is over in ten minutes so I might as well just settle in early, what do you men think?"'

'Man, that would rock!'

'I know, dude. So, like the pizza chick will grab a beer, drop her clothes to the floor like in one fluid motion like pizza chicks do, because she has the pizza in her other hand and stuff, and me and her will like get it goin on like all afternoon, you know what I'm sayin.'

'Wait a minute. You and her? I thought we were both in this together!'

'Dude. Ew. Plus, it's my apartment. But hey, think of it this way. When I'm with the pizza chick, you can drink all the beer.'

'Right on. Okay, let's do it.'