Dave: Hey, it's taco night, dude, let's blow this pop stand. (Hurley looks away) What?
Hurley: Brooks said you're, like, negative.
Dave: Well, duh. So what, you don't want to hang out with me anymore?
Hurley: Uh, I don't know, it's just ...
Dave: Is that quack getting inside your head, man? Do not let him. You've got much more important things to think about.
Hurley: Like what?
Dave: Like hard or soft shell, baby; chicken or shrimp; sour cream or hot sauce.
Hurley: Yeah, I guess I could eat.
Dave: Yeah, I thought so. Noche de tacos, amigo.