Busdrive My Heart

Kaitlin:
Frank? Sounds like a wiener. I don't do wieners.

Scott:
Don't call him a wiener.

Kaitlin:
You wouldn't last TWO MINUTES in my world!

Scott:
Hark on thee. Thouest rains dews on the son of morn.

Kyle:
It has been a forenight since we have seen the frowest of maidens.

Amanda:
'Tis I, young Thantrees! The sirens song whispers gently on the frets of thy brow.

Scott:
Avast! For thine humus is on thine sandwich. But no fearest me, for I shed no tears for Aiden's wrath...

Kyle:
Nein! For haste! Of the treacherous buttocks of the grandest of all racks.

Ross:
Torn up inside? Oh, I know that feeling. Having your juicy cutlets ripped from your body like a savage beast feasting on the flesh of an unsuspecting victim? Knowing that each bite makes him stronger and drags him further and further into the depths of insanity?

Scott:
Yeah, it's... kind of like that...

Balls:
I just dropped by to see if you got any ski-bop-be-do from that hot chick last night.

Scott:
What are you, Ella Fitzgerald now?

Balls:
Come on, I want all the details! Did she give you a Lazy Susan? How about a Skinflute Jumpsuit? What about a Yellow-bellied Muffin Shooter?

Scott:
We didn't do anything, and I think you just made those up.

Scott:
You're a dick! You had that hot chick all to yourself last night and you didn't even banga-langa-ding-dong? Don't even tell me you're still a vegan!

Mustache Man:
Pardon me. May I trouble you for a dollop of corn?

Amanda:
Let's take this slow.

Scott:
Of Course.

Amanda:
Nothing kinky. I'm not gonna give you a Lazy Susan or anything. I ain't no hojack.

Scott:
I don't even know what that is.

Amanda:
Neither do I.

Amanda:
Have you ever had a Grandma?

Scott:
Yes... once...

Amanda:
Have you ever made a promise to someone on their death bed, and then completely regretted making that promise within minutes of leaving the room?

Scott:
All the time...

Lipkin:
We must be in space, 'cause I wanna fill your moon boots!

Amanda:
I don't even know what that means...

Lipkin:
[laughing] That's hilarious! Name's Lipkin. Read the shirt.

Amanda:
Amanda...

Lipkin:
Mmmmmm... [scrapes her hand across his leg]

Amanda:
[disgusted] Sickenating!

Lipkin:
So Mandra, what are you doing in this bar all by yourself? I'm a boiling pot of chocolate that's ready to spill! What? You ignore Lipkin? Nobody ignores Lipkin!