Scott:
We are never going into the woods again!

Carly:
I think if you ever want to get in my pants again...

Scott:
Affirmative.

Carly:
...this is the last time you use the "e" word. Okay?

Chris:
Thank you, take care.

Old Man:
You're the one who's gonna need to take care.

Jessie:
Hey what's your name?

Chris:
Chris Flynn

Jessie:
You hurt Chris Flynn?

Chris:
No I'm fine,

Jessie:
Good

Jessie:
cause you're the mule.

Carly:
That is not funny.

Scott:
Look's who scared now... sorry

Carly:
Whatever, just get me to a motel room, run me a very hot bath and be prepared to provide me with a lot of orgasms.

Chris:
I think they need to be alone.

Jessie:
Woah wait guys, this road isn't on here.

Carly:
That's because we don't have the redneck world atlas.

Chris:
Let's make this quick.

Scott:
Actually, maybe we should keep walking.

Carly:
What, the next house is gonna have a white picket fence?

Scott:
If there is a next house.

Scott:
Okay, who lives here?

Carly:
I don't know, but can you help me find the bathroom?

Scott:
Baby, I think this is the bathroom.

Evan:
I can't believe they called us stoners.

Evan:
You know, we should've just taken her to New York.

Francine:
No, you know how she loves this outdoors stuff.

Evan:
Yeah. If you ask me, though, nature sucks.

Francine:
Well, the next time she gets dumped we'll take her to New York.

Evan:
Okay, you guys go, and we'll just stay here, Francine and...

Scott:
And get high.

Evan:
Yeah... so?

Francine:
Drop your pants.

Evan:
What?

Francine:
When do people always show up, Evan? What are we doing? Consider it an experiment in probability theory.

Jessie:
They're here!

Chris:
No. No they're not. You were dreaming.

Jessie:
I wish.

Carly:
Say mayday.

Rich:
Whoo! Whoo-hoo! Oh, yeah!

Halley:
OK, you're great. You got the line?

Chris:
C'mon, you motherfuckers. Just die.