Droz:
Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time to revive an ancient tradition we seem to have long forgotten.
Cecilia:
They confiscated the altar, Droz.
Droz:
No, I'm not talking about human sacrifice, Ceel. I'm talking about something we used to do every Saturday night as a matter of principle. Here's a hint. Legions of hand-stamped meatheads... in coed naked lacrosse T-shirts... power-chugging watered-down Meisterchau... regurgitating on the glue-matted floors.
Mullaney:
Kiln-like temperatures, fights with townies... lines of drunken people waiting for the bathroom.
Katy:
Wait a second. You guys are talking about a party.
Droz:
Ding-ding-ding. Gutter, tell her what's she's won.
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