I'm Dutch Dooley. I'm a friend of your mother's. I know she called you. What the hell are...

Dutch: [after he restrains Doyle from shooting him with a BB gun in his dormitory room] I'm Dutch Dooley. I'm a friend of your mother's. I know she called you. What the hell are you beating me up for? [walks toward the closet holding his crotch in pain] Dutch: I can feel the pain of my crotch in my teeth. Doyle: Does campus security know you're here? Dutch: Can you say "I'm sorry I hit you with a golf club, kicked your face, mashed your testes, shot you twice?" If that's too much, a simple "hello" would do. Doyle: Answer my question. Dutch: You can't say that? Doyle: Of course, I can say it. [sits down on his chair] Doyle: I choose not to. Dutch: [points the BB gun at Doyle] Now, can you? Doyle: No. Dutch: Well, I'll have to shoot you. Now, since we might be legally related someday, I'm gonna give you the option to take it in the backside. Won't hurt as bad. Doyle: If you shoot me, I'll have you arrested. Dutch: Well, I'll have to make it look like an accident, then. [Doyle scowls at him] Dutch: All right, you win. [puts the BB gun inside his coat] Doyle: Clearly. Now, leave. Dutch: I told your mother I'd take you home for the holidays. Doyle: I have plans. Dutch: Stay here? You gonna watch the football game, make a turkey sandwich, and hang yourself in the toilet? Doyle: I said, I have plans. Leave it at that. Now, please go. Dutch: Waiting for your father? Doyle: I don't have to tell you anything. Dutch: He's not coming. Doyle: You don't know my dad, so, shut up. Dutch: I know he's in London. Doyle: We got a real problem here. Dutch: I suppose we do. I have a problem because I said I'd come pick you up. [he towers over Doyle] Dutch: And YOU got a problem, because the last person who hit me has a dent in his head [shows Doyle his pinkie ring] Dutch: about the size of my pinkie ring and he dribbles when he smiles. [he sees Doyle's empty duffel bag and throws it to him] Dutch: Grab your stuff. Doyle: [gets up from his chair] Listen one last time. I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU! [he throws the bag at Dutch's feet as we cut to the next scene where Dutch exits the dormitory doors carrying a bound and gagged Doyle] Dutch: What do you do for fun? [Doyle lets out muffled yells] Dutch: Oh, you like to wiggle and grunt. [chuckles] Dutch: Me, too.