Lester: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong. William: Well, it was fun. Lester: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool. William: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn’t. Lester: That’s because we’re uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don’t have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we’re smarter. William: I can really see that now. Lester: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love… and let’s face it, you got a big head start. William: I’m glad you were home. Lester: I’m always home. I’m uncool. William: Me too! Lester: The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.