I can't wear this shit

Seth:Come on, listen. Don't make a career out of this, okay? Come on, hey. Hey, you okay?Richie:Yeah, I think so. What happened?Seth:I don't know. You just passed out.Richie:I did?Seth:Mmm-hmm. You said something about your hand hurting and then you just hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.Richie:Really?Seth:Head hit the toilet. You scared the shit out of me. You sure you're okay? Um...Richie:Yeah. I, I think so. I'm just a little fucked up.Seth:Well, let me tell you something that's gonna clear your head right up.Richie:What?Seth:We are officially Mexicans.Seth:Where in Mexico, buddy.Richie:We are?Seth:Yeah. We're heading down to the rendezvous right now. We're gonna pound booze, wait for Carlos. When he gets there, he's gonna take us down to El Rey. And then you and I my brother, we're gonna kick fucking back. How do you like them apples?Richie:Far out. Where's my glasses?Seth:Oh, uh... Yeah, they, uh... They broke when you fell.Richie:Fuck, Seth, these are like my only pair.Seth:Don't worry about it. We'll get you another pair.Richie:What do you mean, don't worry about it? Of course, I'm gonna worry about it, I can't fucking see!Seth:I'll take care of it when we get to El Rey.Richie:Yeah, like some Mexican hole-in-the-wall is gonna have my prescription.Seth:It is not a big deal until you make it a big deal. Richie, now, I was in a very good mood. So stop bringing me down with this bullshit!Richie: I can't wear this shit