Josh: I want some penits.
Josh: Someone's been eating my chair again. I mean, I can understand being hungry and all, but black rubber...
Jordan: You're going to have Alzheimer's and Tourrette's so you're going to forget all the swear words.
Josh: Ha ha Jordan doesn't get stuff!
Josh: I'll make a rap about G Corr and have all my back-up dancers be G Corr Whores. Or G Whores. Wanna be my G Whore?
Jordan: You can't remember that you have a photographic memory!
Adam: THANK YOU FOR THAT.
Adam: And it has to be a dirty joke.
Shawn: A white horse fell in the mud...
Josh: Casper the Friendly Resolve.
Shawn: Don't feel bad, it takes me a while to put my shoes on in the morning.
Josh: Back Boys Back, alright!
Adam: BT... Bottle Transfer.
Shawn: My beer is empty. Transfer another bottle to my hand.
Adam: I want Randy's balls.
Cynthia: They make noise! Like cling, cling, cling...
Amanda: Injury + Insult.
Shawn: Equals lawsuit.
Shawn: Burn... that's happens when I pee.
Jessica: Ha ha!
Shawn: Why are you laughing?! I got it from you!
Jess: I don't wanna feel it.
Amanda: If you're in the Crap Queue...
Carmen: You're not getting the KFC sale this week.
Cynthia: What if you work day shift...? My little fantasy in my mind...
Jess: That's an AR issue right there...
Adam: A rat! ["Arręte!"]
Jess: What was it? Old man ass rags?
Josh: Hence the nudity.
Josh: Don't touch the trainer.
Josh: Smoke your doughnut. ...sounds like innuendo.
Josh: Those pyjama bottoms are the new black.
Adam: 12 bucks?! That's a steal!
Josh: Security breach!
Josh: I just screwed myself by pushing it.
Josh: Uncoooomfortabbbbblllleeee...
Shawn: It's like getting blood out of an apple.
Josh: Scooboodooboo. Jenkies, there's no result.
Josh: My brain didn't fart... it fluffed.
Josh: I'm not good with my internet machine.
Adam: I thought you said 'boner'.
Jess: Why would I take your pen cap?! Seriously!
Adam: I remember that, too. Foreign Ass Control.
Josh: Miss Cleo at Capital One. 'Could you please transfer me to the Miss Cleo department? I need some answers about my credit future.'
Josh: Prison dragon sex.
Josh: By Carmer.
Carmen: Shut up. It looks like YOU wrote... ... ... ...Josh.
Josh: Ooh, owned.