[Trevor says a whole lot of things about people that aren't true. Verging in to "hypocrite" territory when he does those things he calls people out for, too. But hey, that's how mommy treated him, and he did learn from the best.

Trevor decides to make a big deal of obnoxiously dragging the fence on the cement, making an unpleasant screeching noise.]

A rest. From what, lounging around and being borderline psychotic? Look, I know drugs are a helluva drug, but I don't actually think you're high right now.

[He then shoves the fence back at Nux.]

You need a proper workout, not a fucking rest, stringbean.