Bellflower

Woodrow

Milly

Aiden

Mike

Elliot

Sarah

Mad Dog's Waitress

Mad Dog's Bartender

Dirty Trucker

Neighbor With Dogs

Scary Man at Party

Tattoo Guy

Motorcycle Owner

Himself

Feisty Girl

Fancy Waiter

Homicide Detective

Liquor Store Clerk

Man Peeing in Bathroom

Director Evan Glodell built his first flamethrower at the age of 12. It was prone to malfunction and only had a 6 foot range.

The song Vincent Grashaw is humming on the porch to Rebekah Brandes is "Get Back In The Game" by The Janks.

Evan Glodell and Jessie Wiseman actually had to eat several live crickets during a scene where their characters meet while competing in a cricket eating contest.

At the end of the birthday party, as Courtney sits next to Mike on the steps you can see the microphone power supply/transmitter and a red LED on it through her blouse on her back.

At the bar, Woodrow and Milly enter a cricket-eating contest and live crickets are shown. Yet later, characters keep talking about eating grasshoppers. This could be a slip of the tongue by the characters who do regard crickets and grasshoppers as the same type of bug.

Woodrow and Aiden are sitting on the park bench, the Medusa behind them. The "MEDUSA" painted on the side of the car is a different type style than in every other scene.

Aiden: Dude you are fucking Lord Humongous. The master of fire, the king of the wasteland. Lord Humongous doesn't get cheated on by some stupid bitch. Lord Humongous doesn't say was it good for you, he doesn't say who called or where were you last night. He doesn't leave the fucking gang when he falls in love. Nobody fucking tells Lord Humongous what to do. Lord Humongous fights when he wants to fights and fucks when he wants to fuck and when all else fails he drives straight into the fucking tanker. The thing is though, Lord Humongous dominates his women and they fucking love him for it.

Milly: Dude, it's like a James Bond car for drunks!

Aiden: Your car is really bad ass dude. We could just get in the car, put the flamethrower in the trunk, leave town. Do you know how awesome it would be if we like went to some small town and went to one of the local bars, pulled up in that car? People would be like 'Holy shit, who are these guys?' and we would be like 'Come outside and take a look at our flamethrower". Dude, I don't think you realize how cool your car is. I'm fucking serious though dude. We could take the flamethrower and guns and get a shit load of drugs and liquor and put them all in the trunk and just fucking go... can you imagine two sweet ass dudes like us in that car traveling through the desert across America. We would look so fucking cool. We could go places and park the car where we know we look cool... Hang out smoking cigarettes, leaning against the car looking cool and let people look at us. Get fucking get trashed on drugs in the middle of nowhere and drive 150 miles an hour naked down the freeway while we hang out the window shooting shotguns at freeway signs and fucking historical landmarks and fucking jack rabbits. DUDE, we could make some fucking jack rabbit jerky and jack rabbit shoulder pads for our new leather jackets. Dude, you are like lord humungous. You are fucking lord humungous! You are lord fucking humungous... the master of fire, the king of the waste land. Lord Humungous doesn't get cheated on by some stupid bitch. Lord humungous doesn't say 'was it good for you?'. He doesn't say 'who called?' or 'Where were were you last night?', and he doesn't leave the fucking gang when he falls in love. Nobody fucking tells Lord Humungous what to do. Lord Humungous fights when he wants to fight and fucks when he wants to fuck and when all else fails he drives straight into the fucking tanker. The thing is, is that Lord Humungous dominates his women and they fucking love him for it. Seriously, we should get out of here. We should get away from all of this shit... make new friends and meet people and stuff.