Scott Caan credited as playing...
Bryce
- Bryce: Get out of the water. There are sharks everywhere, look.
- Jared: Give me my mask and my fins real quick.
- Bryce: You - No, you don't need a mask. There's a shark. I swear to God. He's big. He' looks like Jaws. Get out.
- Jared: Yeah, I know, but I lost my watch.
- Bryce: You lost - ? You need an arm to wear a watch. Would you get out of the water, stupid? Please?
- Jared: Sam gave me this watch for my birthday.
- Bryce: I don't care! Sam, get...
- [Sam tosses the mask and fins to Jared]
- Bryce: What are you doing?
- Sam: He's fine. They're just curious.
- Bryce: Oh, curious as to what? As to what? What his ass tastes like?
- Bryce: The guy who owned this place got hit with 44 counts of racketeering and money laundering. Our firm represented him. This is how he floated the bill.
- Jared: You gotta be kidding me.
- Bryce: Boat problem? No problem. Boat and skis come with the crib.
- Jared: We get the boat?
- Bryce: You know how Daddy does it.
- Jared: We get the boat?
- Bryce: We get the boat.
- Jared: We get the boat! We get the boat!
- Bryce: Sam, Amanda, stop alright. We are all in this together now right?
- Sam: Not me. Not anymore.
- Amanda: Bye.
- [waving motion]
- Jared: [Sam starts leaving, Jared goes after her] Sam, Sam, Sam...
- Sam: See ya on the ten o' clock news.
- Jared: What?
- Sam: You heard me.
- Jared: Come on, Sam, come on. What are you doing?
- Sam: What is wrong with you? A week ago you had too much integrity to work for Scuba Bob and now you are working for frigging drug dealers?
- Jared: Baby...
- Sam: I believe in you more than in the prospect of any treasure.
- Jared: If we do this, just this one time, and it's over. That's it.
- Sam: It's already over.
- [Sam leaves]
- Jared: No come on, what are you talking about? Sam come on! Sam come on!
- Jared: No way, it's Mr. OG Wannabe.
- Bryce: What's up, you scruffy little beach rat?
- [guys start wrestling]
- Bryce: Okay. I'm gonna throw your ass right now. Watch.
- [they end up on the floor]
- Jared: Go to sleep, go to sleep.
- Bryce: Okay, okay. Allright.
- Jared: You've been spending way too much time in court.
- Bryce: Wait, hold on, hold on. Don't move for a second. Oh, that feels really good.
- Jared: You sick-ass.
- [they stand up]
- Bryce: What's up?
- Jared: Good to see you.
- Bryce: Good to see you too, bro.
- Jared: How's New York treating you?
- Bryce: It's paying me. A lot of bad guys need defending, I defend them. That's what I do.
- Jared: That's still a scary thought.
- Bryce: [looking at Sam] Oh, my God. Can I get a what-what and a side of french fries, please? Look at that body. It's ridiculous. Holy shit. How much have you missed me?
- Sam: Oh, every minute.
- Bryce: Oh, my God, it's so tight too.
- [lightly strokes a leg]
- Bryce: It's like that everywhere, even. It's good to see you, Sam. You know, if we had met first, you and I, things would be a lot different around these parts, you know that.
- Sam: Easy cheesy.
- Jared: Anyway. Okay, so you must be Lisa?
- Amanda: Who's Lisa?
- Bryce: Yeah, who the hell is Lisa?
- [mute]
- Bryce: Amanda. Amanda.
- Jared: Amanda.
- Sam: Hi, Amanda. I'm Sam. Welcome to the Bahamas.
- Amanda: Hi. Nice to meet you, Sam.
- Jared: I'm Jared. Sorry about that.
- Bryce: [swimming in the ocean] Come on, we have to find the cheese, the cheddar cheese, the old-gay-eddar-chay.
- Bryce: She's gonna talk? No. If she talks, dude, we'll have her in the Special Olympics next year. Okay? She's not gonna talk.
- Bryce: Are you insane? You think I'm going back in there with those things?
- Jared: Yeah.
- Bryce: I'm mad at you.
- Sam: Bryce, they're not aggressive. It's tiger sharks you need to worry about.
- Jared: Yeah, she's right. Those tiger sharks are bad news. Those are the ones that are furry and have the stripes on them.