Josh: *puts in a bigass sound system with way too much bass* oontce oontce oontce.
Josh: Attack of the killer Yamatos.
Carmen: How hungry are you?
Vicki: Starving. Like, famine.
Sue: There's liking older men and there's liking old men.
Vicki: I donated it to the penisly impaired.
Vicki: I hear words in my brain.
Vicki: RAAAAAH JESUS THE TRUCKER!
Sally: I name her Priscilla!
Josh: Grand Theft Ravioli.
Carmen, à la Don Vito: We're trading rooms if you fuckslas.
Josh: It's the snot that makes it aerodynamic.
Sally: We're the piss sisters.
Bobert: Back to you, Dick.
Vicki: I was a blue jean goth, as I like to call it.
Vicki: He has a dog that looks like the Taco Bell dog. ...I almost called him Yo Quiero.
Carmen: I like turtlenecks.
Vicki: My grandma.
Josh: You want to do to Snape what Capital One does to wallets.
Josh: This one goes out to Carmen "Crazy Legs" Roy from Josh "Brock Fucking Sampson" Howells.
Carmen: I'm so excited!
Josh: Why? Did you see Snape?
Josh: Route that to the Gibberish queue.
Vicki: She likes Snape! That's why she watches Harry Potter all the time! HARRY POTTER IS HER NEW PORN!!!
Josh: *wooden Snape [statue] eyed wooden Harry with woodly lust*
Vicki: Snape and your father have the same birthday? Freud would have a field day with you.
Josh: Willy Gene.
Josh: Check out this shirt. It looks like a rainbow threw up.
Josh: *sings Team America: World Police theme* America! Sucks ass! Hey, I just rewrote that song. And made it more realistic.
Carmen: I thought you said "We should all shit".
Vicki and Carmen: We should all shit!
Sally: In the bathtub!
Sally: AN INCH AND A HALF OF PULSATING FURY.
Vicki: You look like half of the Godfather.
Josh: You've got Dane on the brain.
Vicki: I'll have a happy birthday, hold the happy.
Vicki: Don't chew my beads, homo.
Vicki: I'm so constipated my facial features are melting.
Vicki's French: Calisse là oui oui ben.
Candace: Go to auntie mommy.
Vicki: Don't eat that, that's not a worm!
Vicki: Leeeeeemuuuurrr!
Vicki: I look all "Where's my purse?"
Vicki: We need to be fed honestly!
Sally: Did you say you need to be fed a lot of sleep?
Vicki, while burping: Someone dance.
Josh: Don't rub your soiled rags on me.
Josh: Ooooo, volume control on the thinggie.