Eric Melin: That's me with the tennis racket dressed like Gene Simmons.
Eric: We are changed.
Jason Elm: They're a hateraid drinking group of folks.
Brendan O'Shaughnessy: Work like a captain. Play like a pirate.
Me: Please tell me there are sloth memes.
Lauren: There are, and I found all of them.
Lauren: You shut your mouth, man girl!
Jonny: Are you a dad perchance?
Dane: Fuck no! Just an exceptionally immature 23 year old.
Dane: The only children I'm interested in are my cats.
Lauren: "Thanks for setting us up!" This is not a setup! This is a casual encounter!
Lauren: That sip tasted like dirt.
Alex: He's looking at photos of... Is that bacon or steak?
Rob: it's sickle cell anemia.
Woodge: I feel like it would be a good addition to my deep fry Barbie McDonald's.
Woodge: I need a giraffe on my head.
Rob: I think you're pretty grandeur.
Me: They were just talking about you.
Ryan: Do they think I'm cute?
Rob after burping at a bag in his hand: I was speaking to these ancient beans in their ancient tongue.
Jason Elm: I had chances to leave, but never a reason.
Jason: They can take your execution, but they can never take your idea.
Jason: Capabilities don't give you expertise.
Jason: Compromise up.
Joey: Bitches have night vision.
Suzanne: Maybe that's the key—we need to get our clients high.
Angie: I'll just be over here rolling for you guys.
Steve: we can walk through there if you want to smell like axe body spray for the next week.
Nick: Hey, Spencer! Want some whiskey and coke?
Spencer: uh, duh! -takes the whole glass-
Mom: Pelicans are assholes, but adorable to look at.
Rob: Fine art's not going camping.
Rob: And I can see daylight in her crotch area!