Quoties XX

Ben: (holding up a small fake-leather ring that belongs attatched to a bracelet) Hey, guess what this is.
Carmen: A cock ring.
Ben: It’s a cock ring… for Shane. I’m fixing it ‘coz it’s all out of shape. It’s square. He has a square cock.

Sally: Sex with muffins.

Sally: So… how do you want me?

Sally: If I was a dyke, I’d do you.

Sally: There’s only room for one asshole in your life, and that’s your own.

Sally: Have you heard the legend of the twisted nipple? I’m just kidding, that isn’t really one.

Ben: Thanks for letting me use muffin.

Ben: Bananas and oranges, I’m Basket Man, I have it all.

Ben: (trying to guess Sally’s Tim Horton’s nickname for her Danny) Donut? Bagel? Cheese croissant?!

Vicki: It sounds like somebody’s crossbreeding ducks and children.

Ben: Don’t you know my Roberto side? …that’s scary, man.

Danny: Awurgh, you twisted it!

Sally: Her boobs are blind? What?!

Danny: I’m a pony!
Vicki: Richard Simmons.

Ben: FUCKING WAL-MART!!!!!!!!!!

Ben: FUCKING DAIRY QUEEN!!!!!!

Justin: …I have an elastic.
Vicki: OH MY GOD I fucking hate you guys.

Danny: Now picture a naked guy doing jumping jacks.

Vicki: The worst place to get a bug bite is on your nipple!

Carmen: How do you write “shrr”?

Sally: Your shrrphincter.

Ben: I can’t ollie cheese!

Carmen: I am SO glad I have meat.

Justin: It smells like cotton candy.
Danny: (farts)
Vicki: Not anymore.

Ben: He was nurtured.
Carmen: Neutered.

Ben: (FART) Fuck, Danny.

Ben: Can you imagine a cat full of pubes?

Ben: Back off, get your own toenail.

Carmen: It’s like a Tim Horton’s… err… Burton. Tim Burton movie.
Ben: Blueberry and the Giant Boston Cream.

Ben: My burps are really near hers, but not even close.

Justin: Crap I’m tall.

Vicki: I wasn’t talking about M&Ms with penis.

Ben: It’s called Jumpin’ Jell-O.

Sally: (actually saying “Mmm, foot cream!”) MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRR FUCK ME!

Sally: Mraaaaaaaa do you want some tuna?

Vicki: Breasticles.

Sally: Was that out of your ass?

Vicki: Ehehehehe I’m so cool!

Vicki: No really, what was in the bag?

Carmen: Ousse tu vas mettre ton poisson?
Val: Dans l’eau.

Vicki: I bit my face!

Vicki: He lurves you. He wants to smex your bum.

Vicki: Penis, fist. See the difference?!

Carmen: (probed and forced by Vicki) Why do you want me to ask him…? …I AM NOT ASKING MY BOYFRIEND IF HE’S EVER MASTURBATED WITH A SOCK!!!

Carmen: I need some kind of a warning during sex.
Vicki: Say “She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain”.

Vicki: It shmellsh like fizzsh in my noshe. It shmellsh like bubblesh.

Vicki: Watch as I put sexy clams all over your face!

Ben: Screw the crap shack.

Ben: Her mind’s in the nuggets. …buck buck buck buck.

Vicki: Challenged! Can I return this?

Vicki: Geez it’s like Broadway out here.

Vicki: EVICTION!

Vicki: I don’t care much for holding hands because I can’t walk straight.
Carmen: I can’t either… I think we have an inner ear problem.

Min: I’m afraid to get shot.
Carmen: Is 50 Cent here?

Ben: Nelly Furtardo.

Ben: Warning: Incoming n00b.

Ben: What are you guys wanna be doing?

Carmen: I hope we don’t look like homeless people.
Sally: We probably do. We have a cat on a rag.

Vicki: Arsharsharsharsharsh!

Carmen: I hope that’s clean.
Danny: (squirting mystery substance into his mouth out of a water gun) So do I.

Sally: Danny! Go down Carmen’s stripper pole!

Sally: Brickshitted.

Sally: You have the coolest name ever… it’s like, burp noise!

Sally: I just got a big whiff of poo.

Sally: Bacton.

Sally: You would need a safety noose.

Sally: Noodle noodle!

Sally: Let’s get a frozen cake… and have Jeff poop on it, and we can give it to a bum.

Sally: I pity tha fool who don’t put hands below!

Sally: Where are you, Mr. Pee? Oh there you are! ^____^

Jeff: I said we could go watch the footage. How’d you get Big Mac out of that?

Danny: Justin’s is like, spicy balls…

Ben: Ya got pizza stains all over yer fuckin’ pyjamas.

Ben: Pissin’ makes me senile.

Vicki: She calls up KFC and she’s like “Lots of chicken please I need to FART!!!”

Vicki: He shit needles.

Sally: Over the grease trap.

Sally: Le mullet.

Sally: Oh my god, that is SO funny. Wait, she’s right here…

Vicki: Blowjobs; not exactly a trip to Baskin Robbins. …sorry, that’s American. Dairy Queen.

Vicki: Jedi masturbation.
Sally: (lightsabre noise)

Vicki: I’m joining the gym soon. (LICK)

Vicki & Sally: WEOUAOEW!!!

Sally’s correction of above quotie: Illaiillll!

Vicki: Let’s see how big yours is, fucker.

Sally: You can’t get it right wrong.

Sally: It’s a dargon.

Vicki: If you lived with me, you would be evicted.

Vicki: Did you know that when I gave this [lipsil] to you… I had cooties?
Sally: Eew, no.

Vicki: Fez is the queen.

Vicki: Have you been cutting spaghetti again?

Vicki: We shouldn’t make fun of retarded people because someday we’ll be retarded.

Vicki: It looks like a bird came in your car and crapped… and I touched it.

Vicki: Reuuuh! Toe socks!

Sally: Rainbow rainbow rainbow rainbow pony rainbow pony rainbow rainbow…

Sally & Vicki: Rastalions-Faria.

Sally: It’s the constipoopoo face.

Sally: I am so down with frolicking.

Sally: Joy to the menstruation cramps.

Sally: The Tale of the Tell-Tale Heart Tale.

Vicki: I bet it’s all Fabio novels.

Justin: Where’s it been?
Danny: Cheese.

Sally: Stupid idiot cockmuppets.

Carmen: What smells like coleslaw?
Sally: Me.

Justin: It kinda smells like sandwiches.

Vicki: I am more better at le Franche den you.

Vicki: He made a move at me that means he stinks which means he smells good. Come here!

Danny: Is he trying to race me or is he just trying to move…?

Vicki: I do not enjoy string beans on cats.

Val: We’re being shot at because we’re listening to rap!

Annie: …du gay sex?

Carmen: Why does her shirt say ‘Punk’?
Chantal: ‘Coz she’s not.

Vicki: He’s trying to bite some skin but it’s like biting a wall.

Vicki: No, not poor Shane, he’s stupid.

Vicki: Kitty boogers!

Vicki: With your white and black hair, like a sideways Cruella DeVil.

Vicki: Shwing your hair shomore, my shweet Fabio.

Vicki: I don’t know why you don’t wanna see the Luigi hump stuff.

Sally: Donsh you wansh shome of dish?

Sally: We’re dirty.

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