Alex: I thought this was the no smiling table. Shitheads.
Sean loved to dive for the football. That is, until the sprinkler-head incident.
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..
Alex: You can't really get pubic lice on your forearm. Right?
Andria didn't get the memo. This was the no smiling table.
Wes: Come to papa you big beautiful bastard.
Christine decided throwing the football was much more fun if you always aimed for someone's crotch.
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.
Nothing is sadder than a burning clown car with no way out. Except maybe playing frisbee with yourself.
Andy: Yeah, I hate all those fuckers too. Just keep smilin'.
Andria found herself reliving her Rockettes tryout again and again. She couldn't stop.
Piggyback, all the kids are doing it.
Terror and excitement all bundled into one.
