The Geek: Relax, would you? We have seventy dollars and a pair of girls underpants. We're safe as kittens.
Grandpa Fred: Hey Howard, there's your Chinaman.
Howard: Thanks, Fred.
The Geek: So, I mean, what's your story? I mean, you got a guy, or...?
Samantha: Yes, three big ones, and they lust wimp blood, so quit bugging me or I'll sic them all over your weenie ass.
The Geek: Very nice! We're five minutes in... I'm at a loss.
Bryce: Real smooth, Cliff.
The Geek: Will you shut up? People around here work, all right? And will you hurry it up? I'm breaking like 30 major laws here.
Mike Baker: What the hell are you bitchin' about? I gotta sleep under some Chinaman named after a duck's dork.
Samantha: Oh my God! What should I do? Should I go up to him and and should I say, "Hi Jake, I'm Samantha", or no, maybe I should let him come to me?
The Geek: This is not my department.
The Geek: By night's end, I predict me and her will interface.