Sean: I'll fight any seagull that challenges my honor! Let's tango.
Fish from heaven! It was almost too good to be true. Unfortunately for Tobin and Steve, the bird had dibs.
Andria didn't get the memo. This was the no smiling table.
Shasta: ..and like cookie dough between my hands..he's mine.
Alex: You can't really get pubic lice on your forearm. Right?
Andy: Yeah, I hate all those fuckers too. Just keep smilin'.
Avery: So Randall has this lifesize plush BSD devil thing. And it even has its own...you know..
After a particularly intense game of frisbee tossing, Steve likes to relax with a good book and his right thumb.
Nothing is sadder than a burning clown car with no way out. Except maybe playing frisbee with yourself.
Sean loved to dive for the football. That is, until the sprinkler-head incident.
Steve: I do what with this now? Hey look, it says Wilson on it. I had a pet volleyball named Wilson once.
Sean: go long...back...back..back {splash}...good.
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.
Paka: I caught the frisbee, cha cha cha.
