Ren MacCormack: Hey! I thought this was a party! Let's dance.
Tina: But I got your back now Noah, because I found out you got some big ass balls, man.
Noah Griffith: Can't buy underwear, balls don't fit.
[Fred is moaning, the male cop knocks on the window.]
Male Cop: Are you okay?
Grace: Don't worry. This isn't what it looks like.
Fred: Yeah, it isn't.
Grace: I was giving him a faux-job.
Male Cop: A faux-job?
Female Cop: Yeah, that's when a woman goes south on a man but she doesn't use her mouth. So she uses her hands and makes noises.
Fred: Wait, what?
Lou: At least I have my testicles.
Brad Harris: There is going to be major fallout in a few hours.
Bill Clemont: Nuclear fallout?
Brad Harris: Bird fallout.
Alan Cowan: Nancy, it's absurd to drink in your condition.
Nancy Cowan: What condition?
Fred's Dad: You can't see me.
Fred Figglehorn: Yes I can.
Fred's Dad: Oh.
Ben: So, why didn't you guys ever even try to get together?
Jason Fryman: It's too much familiarity. It's like she's one of my limbs.
Ben: And that's bad, because...?
Jason Fryman: Because I hate myself.
Frank: Are you A.D.D. 'Juno'.
Roxy: Yes. I have A.D.D. And don't you ever call me fucking 'Juno' again.
Frank: Sorry.
Roxy: That's who we should kill next.
Frank: A fictitious character?
Roxy: No. Diablo Cody. Fuck her for writing that movie, she's the only stripper who suffers from too much self esteem.
Ethan: The Hamptons are like a zombie movie directed by Ralph Lauren.