Coach Willis: You're not much into sports.
Casey: I don't think that a person should run unless he's being chased.
Coach Willis: "Being chased." I like that.
Delilah: Don't you just love how Stokely accessorize with different shades of black?
Stokely: Fuck you gutter-slut.
Delilah: I don't know why you keep being such a bad example for your people.
Marybeth: What people?
Delilah: I hope you're not a violent lesbian like your new found friend, here?
Marybeth: No, I'm not aware of any lesbianism in my lineage.
Delilah: That's too bad Stokely, guess you have to keep looking for Ms Right.
Stokely: Bipolar bitch.
Stan: Come on guys, this is nuts.
Delilah: Then leave, Stan. Why are you hanging around? Go win a Pulitzer.
Stan: Blow me, Delilah, 'cause I'm sick of you're shit.
Delilah: Well, then get the fuck out of here and take your little freak dyke with you.
Stokely: Fuck you, tit bags.
Casey: Will everybody calm down, please?