Sally Lindon:
Today we're gonna play a little word association. I'll say a word and you tell me the first word or two that comes to mind.

Casey Noland:
Gothcha.

Sally Lindon:
Red.

Casey Noland:
Blood.

Sally Lindon:
Blue.

Casey Noland:
Balls.

Sally Lindon:
Boy.

Casey Noland:
George.

Sally Lindon:
Girl.

Casey Noland:
Boy George.

Sally Lindon:
Casey!

Casey Noland:
Me?

Sally Lindon:
*sighs

Casey Noland:
What?

Vince Grimaldi:
I'm the one who's healthy, it's the rest of society that's dieseased. Look at these girls in gym class, with their breasts bulging out, and tight little shorts on. There just going to grow up to be whores, and sluts, and real estate agents.

Casey Noland:
You've been rejected by girls your whole life. What teenage girl wants to be with some lame ass gym coach?

Vince Grimaldi:
First of all, Fuck You. Second of all, this conversation is over, 'cause I'm going to kill you now. Turn you into a piece of furniture.

Vince Grimaldi:
You are so pathetic. You bring a power tool to kill your gym teacher, and you don't get good batteries.

Casey Noland:
Yeah, but old people... there so... Old.

Mr. Korn:
Now Vince, did you get rid of those raccons like I asked ya too?

Vince Grimaldi:
But Mr Korn! They're so cute!

Mr. Korn:
Aw Vinnie!