Tipper: You know what? I can get a couple of my brother's loser ass friends to go over to Mason's apartment , knock on the door and when he opens it wham! They'll junk-punch him all up in his man business and he'll fall to the floor whaling and crying "why?" and then we'll say "you know why!"
Joy McNally: Wow! Did you just make that up?
Tipper: No, I thought about it a lot on the way over
Joy McNally: Wow! Did you just make that up?
Tipper: No, I thought about it a lot on the way over
Hater: I'm the law, bitchesssssss
Jack Fuller Sr.: You're like a son to me.
Jack Fuller: Dad, I am your son.
Jack Fuller: Dad, I am your son.
Joy McNally: That's just the topping I wanted on my popcorn. I know the box said its movie theater butter, but you guessed it. What I really wanted was Jack's Sweaty ballsack flavor!
Jack Fuller: I'm just giving you what you want, baby.
Jack Fuller: I'm just giving you what you want, baby.
Tipper: If I could kill someone with my mind right now, it would be you.
Chong: I eat girls like you.
Joy McNally: You eat girls?
Chong: That's not what I me...
Joy McNally: No, makes sense.
Chong: No! I'm not...
Joy McNally: Totally understandable.
Joy McNally: You eat girls?
Chong: That's not what I me...
Joy McNally: No, makes sense.
Chong: No! I'm not...
Joy McNally: Totally understandable.
Hater: You should never let a chick get in your head; that's why I prefer not to even talk to my dates.
Hater: You're falling for your wife! Idiot!
AND MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE.....
Hater: Lavender, you get on my head.
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