I'm an open guy. I even have a Facebook account. You can send me:

"it's a little too loud," and I'll be like, "I'll tell them to keep it down." You know how it goes?

(THE HUNDRED IN THE HANDS' "DRESSED IN DRESDEN" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

THOMAS: DJ's over there. J.B.: Cool.

- Um, got the bar set up over here. - Nice.

- Karaoke in the pool house. - Nice.

Holy shit, dude! Where'd you get a bouncy-house?

- Costa hooked it up. - You know it, baby.

Fifty bucks extra with the port-a-potty. And they threw these in for free.

J.B.: Nice touch. COSTA: Why not? It's a birthday party.

You wanna help? Do something.

- Hey, Chubs, grab your twin brother there. J.B.: Fucking dick.

- Hey, dudes, check it out. THOMAS: Yeah, like that's gonna work.

COSTA: Yes, it is gonna work. Next time your pool guy's here, he'll be like:

"Excuse me, Mr. Kub. I seem to have found some water in your semen."

That's fucking disgusting.

COSTA: J.B., I thought I told you to pick up ice.

I did. It's in the freezer in the garage.

- What the fuck are you doing? - Getting in shape for the party.

- The party's in three hours. - It's mostly water weight.