ES: "This morning, while walking the dog, I slipped on some
mulberrys and landed on my bag of dog poop".

TW: "That's perfect. It looks shitty."

CJ: "Dawn, if you had your choice, would you want big pigs or little pigs?"

SC: "Now, hypothetically speaking, if we get married.."
JH: (sigh)
SC: "...my bridesmaids could wear Rams cheerleader outfits, and your groomsmen can dress like zombies."
JH: (expression quickly changes from stressed to relieved) "Now that actually sounds doable,"
SC: "We can have a Halloween wedding."
JH: "Deal!"

GM: "I saw is documentary. It was about a little town near Lancaster that had a tradition of an old English dance called Nutting. It said, 'There's more than meets the eye with Nutting.'"

BG: "I've gotten a postcard from my darling daughter. She was travelling and came upon something that made her think of me. It was Lake Mini Wanker."

SC: "What's wrong with the bar Coyote Ugly?"
HL: "It's like 95% men.. in a bad way."

BG to RS: "You're too young for a hot splicer!"

KS to DW: "I had a dream about you last night. We were driving
around looking at pig farms, and they wouldn't let us have a
cameraman so we were taking turns shooting. Then the pig farmer
said, 'Tell me about yourself', and you said you had just gotten
engaged. I was so mad that you didn't tell me. And you'd tell the
pig farmer before me!"