Tim Frye: The only love you know is the bitter love of hate.
Isaac: Oh, how I wish this [pen] were a lawn dart.
Your butt offers so many opportunities. -Isaac
Look! It's Dylan's nutsac! -Jonathan, about some bubbles
No butt love for you! Maintaining the status quo. -the Tims to each other
I want you to come down here some night while Scott is still down here and say, "Scott, I'm having trouble sleeping. Will you come try to have sex with me?" I would laugh. -Patrick
If you wanna come pick this out of my teeth later... -Lindsay
How are the berries, Ralph? They taste like burning. -Isaac, imitating The Simpsons
That thing you said. It was bad. You go to prison. -several Sanger residents
You're number boring. -Megan, after I told her my name was the number one most popular in 1984
How do you feel about Rachel: hate, dislike or apathy? -poll in the lounge
Also, are the women hot? -Andrew, on how things affect language
Tim Frye: Why did you hit me?
Scott: I couldn't stand your bald head.
Tim Herr: Cool. His name is Pollack.
Tim Frye: Your name is Pollack.
Patrick: I'll name you Pollack.
-a perfect example of their witty banter
me: How many children do you want?
Tim Frye: Until her pelvis is GONE!
shiznanegans -Steve
George: What should I name my (female) character?
various answers: Carlos? Dana? San Salvador?
Spade it and I'll punch you in the boob. -Andrew during a card game
Underneath all these clothes, I'm maple syrup. -Zoe
Julie is the Dennis Rodman of darts. -Jonathan
'Round the Parrott household, we lived off bird dookie. -Rachel
Patrick's bubble juice is all over Scott's face. -Tim Frye
No Toca! -Andrew, like 30 times in one night
Adam's calling your boyfriend a two-pump chump. -Jonathan
That's my kind of rat. -Patrick, about a curly-haired rat
Do you also get depressive? Or just manic-regular? -Tim Frye
small balls -Rachel's nickname for Andrew
Hey barren wench! -Isaac, to Rachel
Stay out of this, Sarah. This is man talk. -various men in Sanger
Mayflies mad are mayflies.-Patrick
Rachel: I like Isaac as much as [quantitative analysis term].
Isaac: This agression will not stand.
I gave you twelve damn inches, but you were just too loose. -Scott
You smell like birdseed. It's good-smelling birdseed! -Isaac, to his lady friend
Nickeldick -Rachel's insulf for Scott
Andrew: Tim! (snaps twice) Cockpunch for Fuhbitches!
Tim Herr: Oookay.
Sterling: If I give you a hot French kiss, can I have a Rolo?
Dylan: Yes.
Is that full of quotes from some stupid fashion magazines? -Jessica
Revel in it. -Isaac, about farting