Peter Klaven: Totally... Totes McGotes.
Peter Klaven: Slapping the bass! Slappa da bass! Slappa da bass mon! Slappa de bass mon!
Sydney Fife: Society tells us we're civilized but the truth is we are animals. Sometimes we just have to let it out. Try it.
Peter Klaven: Blaaah!
Sydney Fife: Good. Now gently remove your tampon and try again.
Peter Klaven: Are you telling me that Robbie is your best friend?
Oswald Klaven: Yes, and Hank Marducas.
Peter Klaven: Hey Mel? Do you have any plans on June 30th?
Mel Stein: ...I'm 89 years old what the fuck kind of plans would I have?
Peter Klaven: Latress on the menjay.
Doug: [walking by Peter & Sydney hugging] You're a whore Peter!
Doug: Hi Peter, I saw your billboards, they're spectacular. I'm sorry for calling you a whore. Best of luck with Sydney, if you're not still together... you can Facebook me.
Peter Klaven: She was very nice looking.
Sydney Fife: Yeah... I fucked her.
Peter Klaven: [imitating James Bond] Hey there Miss Moneypussy. Wanna jump on my jet pack?
Open House Couple: [after trying to discreetly fart at an open house] I like it, but I'm not sure about the space... I'm thinking it might be a little bit small.
Sydney Fife: [Knowing he farted] Totally, and it smells like fart.
Peter Klaven: Look man you told my fiancee she needs to give me bloweys, in front of my whole family. Alright you owe me.
Sydney Fife: You make a valid point.
Sydney Fife: Zooey, you are about to marry one of the most honest, kind and fun-loving people I've ever had the honor of knowing. The Pistol is a pleasure giver that's for sure. So beautiful Zooey, give it back. Yeah?
[winks]
Sydney Fife: Return the favor. And if you do, I guarantee that you will have a beautiful and pleasure filled union.
