Sean (about Franco's girlfriend's brother): He's retarded?
Lou: Like Rainman retarded or you know, Paris Hilton retarded?
Franco: Well, he can function, like Paris, he can go to the bathroom on his own which I assume Paris can do. He's pretty good with numbers, I'm not sayin that the guy can count toothpicks off of the floor or anything and you know, he eats things.
Lou: Hey, hey now there's nothing retarded about that.
Franco: No, I'm not talkin' bout food things, Lou. I'm talking about actual things shit that's layin' around the room. Checkers, paper clips, erasers, pen caps, the guys small intestine must have a silver lining.
Lou: Well, you know how they talk about retards having like what's it called retard strength?
Sean: What're you lookin' at me for?
Lou: Well, maybe that's what Richard the retard has except all of his power is concentrated in his digestive track.
Franco: The thing is that I really wanna make a good impression with Nat, so I figured I take the guy to a ballgame.
Sean: Yeah, hey that's a good idea. A nice chance to bond.
Lou: Yeah, that should work out real nice, you know, assuming he doesn't eat the tickets before you get to the gate.