Rita: Even though it's fucked up.
Rita: Me, You're still fucking wit' me.
Rita: Kat flexes the ladder with his tail the toolbox flies to the ceiling dropping the dust boxer shape weapon to the floor in front of coop.
-on the bus-
Scooter: like when i was little, i fall asleep in a car, and when we go home, those are like peaceful times.
Sammi: Uhhh, it's not gonna work.
Zyno: What kind of gay.
Roy: What's in it for you.
Scooter: Now look! my eyes are kinda bad.
Radlynn: That's more like it, you could smell, you smell like candy, oh yeah.