Randall: I'll tickle you for a dollar.
Christine was so involved in her game of frisbee she never saw the runaway bull coming.
Christine decided throwing the football was much more fun if you always aimed for someone's crotch.
Wes made an offer they couldn't refuse.
Paka: I caught the frisbee, cha cha cha.
Wes: If I really wanted to be Tom Cruise, I'd be playing volleyball, not this lame frisbee crap.
Steve: I've gotta tinkle.
Tobin: That bird just took a crap on that Buick. Sweet.
Sean: go long...back...back..back {splash}...good.
Steve: I do what with this now? Hey look, it says Wilson on it. I had a pet volleyball named Wilson once.
Sean loved to dive for the football. That is, until the sprinkler-head incident.
Nothing is sadder than a burning clown car with no way out. Except maybe playing frisbee with yourself.
After a particularly intense game of frisbee tossing, Steve likes to relax with a good book and his right thumb.
Avery: So Randall has this lifesize plush BSD devil thing. And it even has its own...you know..
Andy: Yeah, I hate all those fuckers too. Just keep smilin'.
Alex: You can't really get pubic lice on your forearm. Right?
