Made

Bobby

Ricky

Referee

Jessica

Chloe

Wendy (as Reanna Rossi)

Best Man

Bachelor

Bartender (as Kimberly Davies)

Horrace

Wife

Husband

Arthur

Max

Coach

Salesperson (as Esta Joy Peters)

Flight Attendant

Jimmy

Man on Phone

Ruiz

Leo

Doorman

Doorman #2

Doorman #3

The Welshman (as David Patrick O'Hara)

Zoo Lady

Thug

Chuck E. Cheese

Club Promoter (uncredited)

Agent at Bachelor Party

Interior Decorator (uncredited)

Club Girl (uncredited)

Himself (uncredited)

Westie (uncredited)

Club Girl (uncredited)

The Spa DJ (uncredited)

Feature (uncredited)

Hotel Clerk (uncredited)

Irish Bar Thug (uncredited)

Irish Thug (uncredited)

There is reference to a company, "Cardiff Giant". The Cardiff Giant was a hoax conceived by George Hull, a confirmed atheist, after having an argument with a fundamentalist minister about the existence of "Giants in the Earth" as referenced in the book of Genesis. In 1868 he built a 10 foot carved statue, treated to look ancient and buried it. A year later, when workers were hired to dig a well on his property in Cardiff, NY the statue was discovered. A great public discussion ensued as Christian Fundamentalists defended the statue as proof of the giants. The debate went on long enough for Hull to make over $20,000 - charging 50 cents to peek at the "historic artifact".

'Jason Delgado', the man who is using the payphone while Ricky and Bobby wait impatiently, was Sean Comb's assistant at the time.

The Production company is "Cardiff Giant," the same name that Bobby is assigned to give when asked who he works for.

Ricky says that Strega is a digestif, but both Ruiz and the Waiter correct him, saying it is an apertif. Strega is indeed a digestif.

In the last third of the movie, Ricky has a scab on his forehead. Sometimes it's over his left eye and sometimes it's almost in the center of his forehead.

When Ricky and Bobby are in the plane and Ricky is talking to Terri the flight attendant, his champagne glass is empty/full/empty between shots.

Ricky Slade: We don't wanna talk, we wanna scream at people, but we don't wanna listen or problem solve and that's what's frustrating about the fucking dynamic of the group

Ricky Slade: What are you an odds maker? You're going to work everyone through this thing here? Let me tell you something, fucko, if that motherfucker right there don't take that knife away from my friend's neck, I'll use all six shots to make sure you're dead. Now do you believe it? Do you fucking believe it?

Ricky Slade: Here's what I'm gonna ask of you... We're going to be spending the night in New York, so it worked out well for all of us. I want you to take it back to the business class, I want you to round up a couple of honeys... At our hotel room we're gonna have kind of a pool party. California gangster-style, you know what I mean? Kick ass pool party thing.