-I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly...
-It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good.
-What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair.
-Smells like Bigfoot's dik!
-Hey, you're making me look stupid. Get out here, Panda Jerk!
-Guess what, I do. I know that one day Veronica and I are gonna to get married on top of a mountain, and there's going to be flutes playing and trombones and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we will dance till the sun rises. And then our children will form a family band. And we will tour the countryside and you won't be invited.