Jimmy Fitzsimmons: [Jimmy grunts as he crushes ants with one of his crutches] I am Ant-ius and I am fickle god! Sucker!
Bill Murphy: [Bill bikes over to the Fitzsimmons house] Hey, Jimmy.
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: Well. if isn't Bill, the compassionate pussy. Have you come to...
[mockingly]
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: save someone's life?
Bill Murphy: Look, Jimmy, sorry for the whole hockey stick thing. And if you want to beat me up, go ahead.
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: [Jimmy walks over and almost hits Bill, but puts his crutch down as Bill says flinches, then Jimmy laughs] . Made you flinch you freckled fairy.
Bill Murphy: [laughs nervously] That's a good one Jimmy.
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: Thanks, I thought of it in the hospital. You didn't have to take me to the emergency room like that, but you did.
Bill Murphy: You would have done the same if it was me.
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: No. I would let you die in the street. Then I'd move you're body so it looked like you were blowing yourself. And I'd sell tickets to anyone who wanted to see a dead kid blowing himself. You and me are okay now, Murphy. Just don't piss me off again.
Bill Murphy: I won't, I swear. Thanks, Jimmy, I'll see you around.
Bridget Fitzsimmons: [Bridget opens the door] Who's that?
[about Bill]
Bridget Fitzsimmons: .
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: That's the dickweed that took me to the doctor.
Bridget Fitzsimmons: Thanks for saving my brother.
Bill Murphy: [Bill blushes] You're welcome.
Jimmy Fitzsimmons: [to Bill] What are you smiling at?