Jess: Hey, you guys can't change the cha...woah. Is she? And he? And the trapeze? Hot damn, Kenny Rogers can wait.
Jen knew she should probably go the hospital with her broken neck, but she couldn't tear herself away from the horror of other people singing.
Dorothy wasn't sure how Andria made those noises, but she hoped she'd never stop.
Groggy after being unconscious for 40 minutes, Sean knew he had to be hallucinating, because he could have sworn that jar held something that used be attached to him.
Halfway thru their rendition of "Afternoon Delight"Paka: Wait a minute. Is this song about nooners?!
Steve: This poker party is gonna have a lot of karaoke, isn't it? No no, that's just fine. This is my fifth beer. Another half hour and everything you say will be hilarious.
On Lora's recommendation, Paka applied extreme pressure to his groin, hoping to finally hit that note in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Jess couldn't wait to see the look on Sean's face when he discovered the raw chicken in his drink. It was hilarious, because, you know, he likes chicken so much.
Madeline: Oh my god, he drank the chicken!
Madeline: I'm not touching you. I'm not touching you.
Sean: Your hand is on my knee.
Madeline: Shit! You win this round Sherlock.
Andria was slightly embarrassed to find out that it was "wrapped up like a deuce" after her spirited first verse.
No matter how hard they tried, the "we don't know this girl with the mic" routine wouldn't work this time.
Paka's energetic singing of "Me So Horny" scared us. A lot.
Lora: Hava Nagila? Shit. I only speak Gentile.
Madeline (whispered): She keeps me in a closet. Send help.