Jodi: You must be angry at the baby whenever it steals your food, huh. Ohh that's mine, not yours. But, you know, because you're family you gotta share.
Ruth Buggs: [after 'partaking'] I'm hungry. We should cook up some sausages. Do we have any sausages?
Graeme Willy: Uhh...
Ruth Buggs: What do you mean by that? Why do you guys hate me? Can we cook up some sausages? Ohh I have wasps in my brain!
[Ruth falls over]
Paul: She'll be fine. That happened to
me the first time.
Peter Klaven: Hey Tevin.
Tevin Downey: Hey man.
Peter Klaven: What's so funny?
Tevin Downey: One of the guys in my fantasy football league just sent me a QuickTime, it's a grandma riding a Sybian machine.
Peter Klaven: Ha ha, what's that?
Tevin Downey: It's one
of those vibrating saddles that women sit on to give them like super intense orgasms.
Peter Klaven: Ohh...
Tevin Downey: Check it out. How sick is that?
Peter Klaven: It's very, that's very sick.
Tevin Downey: So awesome. She's a squirter! She's squirting! Peter, we got a squirter! Old faithful!
Peter Klaven: Hello fiance.
Zooey: Hey baby I totally forgot it's my turn to host lady's night.
Peter Klaven: Oh no prob, I have a fencing practice anyway. I'll grab a beer with Gil and the boys afterward, hit them with the big news
Zooey: Great! I gotta go, love you.
Peter Klaven: Love
you too.
Tevin Downey: Peter! Peter! I'm sending it to you.
Peter Klaven: No I don't want it.
Tevin Downey: You got it.
Peter Klaven: Ohh God. I don't even click it, how does it, I didn't click it on
Tevin Downey: She got a bush like a porcupine!
Peter
Klaven: I don't want to know anything about her bush. Hi, Lynette.
Sebastian: Ohh well, duty calls. Dr. Greenbaum and her daughter should make for interesting entry.
Kathryn: Ohh, your journal. Could you be more queer?
Sebastian: Could you be more desperate to read it?
Quentin Hapsburg: Any final requests, Lieutenant?
Lt. Frank Drebin: Er, yes... Can I have the gun?
Quentin Hapsburg: Ohh no! I'm not going to fall for that one!