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.
Christine decided throwing the football was much more fun if you always aimed for someone's crotch.
Paka: I caught the frisbee, cha cha cha.
Tobin was like a 3 year old kid; so proud of his penis he had to show it off wherever he went.
Terror and excitement all bundled into one.
Wes made an offer they couldn't refuse.
Sean: go long...back...back..back {splash}...good.
Andria found herself reliving her Rockettes tryout again and again. She couldn't stop.
Piggyback, all the kids are doing it.
Randall: I'll tickle you for a dollar.
Steve: ...and if I'm wrong, may god strike me down right now!
(pause)
Just kidding god. Yo, please forgive me.
Alex: My lips feel like soft red marshmallows.
Tobin: Wait, this is my fourth stick. No giraffe has 4 penises!
Christine was so involved in her game of frisbee she never saw the runaway bull coming.
By his walk we could all tell Alex had caught the frisbee between his butt cheeks. Bravo sir, bravo.
Christine wasn't sure if it was legal to bbq an ox at a campground. Irene, on the other hand, relished in the sweet revenge. She had finally found a fitting way to get back at that big dumb lumberjack that left her at the altar.