Hank: You're like the multipurpose tool guy. You're special.
Manny: I'm special.
Hank: Yeah, and that's why I need you to help me get home.
Hank: You're a miracle or... or I'm just hallucinating from starvation.
Hank: I'm sorry, I... I thought you were dead.
Manny: Am I dead?
Hank: I don't think so. You're talking.
Manny: Remember when you put that cork in my butt?
Hank: [sighs] Yeah.
Manny: Did that count as sex?
Hank: Manny, no.
Manny: When I get back home, I'm gonna show Sarah how much I care about her every ingle day. Whenever she wants, she's thirty or whatever, she can drink my spit, and then she can ride my gas to wherever she wants to go.
Hank: Let' have a party.
Manny: Yeah, let's invite everyone we know.
Manny: Pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup pup.
Hank: What are you doing?
Manny: I'm singing a song so you won't overthink things.
Manny: Sarah, do you ever masturbate?
Hank: What?
Manny: I have this friend called Hank, and he won't masturbate 'cause it makes him think about his mom.
Hank: Manny. That... that was between us.
