Scoot: No iron core! Pops!
Pops: He's in full-blown panic mode.
Dabs: I don't remember it working that way.
Scoot: Weird gain issues?
Eels: That could have been what was happening to me. It was insulting me personally. I swear.
Pops: Could have been?
Scott: (To Eels) Not unless your name is 'weird gain issues'!
Eels: Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
Dane: (Speaking rapidly) It was the same, it was the large one. It was... two.
Scoot: Oh my GOD! He replied, "It wasn't the hundred foot one, it was the one with the lumps."
Scoot: It is the same audio one?
Merk: They say they always had one.
Scoot: That sounds optiplexy to me. And .. uh. Hallway. Jeb.
Stella: Sure, what. I'm not going to be sleeping on a plane.
Scoot: I heard you were very good at your job, sober.
"If you touch a Leprechaun with the handle of a used toilet plunger, they will explode like a hand-grenade. I guess you shouldn't be doing this, unless you are wearing a bomb disposal outfit." -- Henry David Thoreau