Blonde: Wait wait..I think I just had one of those... episiotomies. We should totally walk in the parade later!
Brunette: Honey, we're in it right now.
Blonde: Huh. Wow, it's like I'm living in the future!
"Enchilada? That's not what we rehearsed."
"Enchilada!"
This woman's costume was covered with exploding caps. Every costume and piece of apparel that she ever made was similarly adorned. It was her way of taunting god to strike her down with lightning. So far, so good.
"Yes, I do often grow fabric out of my upper lip. No, you can't touch it."
The king and his horse never did find that grail. They did find a mighty good pint of lager over at Madison's though. Only 8 pence!
This man spun a festive shield on his finger like a basketball. Because if he didn't, who would.
"I fucking hate peacocks. I'm going to kill that grandson of mine."
She really got the crowd going with a drumbeat version of Funky Cold Medina.
Grown-up: Good job kids. No one will be beaten today.
Woman: Hiya! Let's see you grope me during practice without a head!
The capoeira presentation would have been slightly less impressive if Jared had zipped his fly.
Austin Powers poses with the world's smallest Swedish penis pump. Wow, that was an alliteration overload.
"What the hell are so many people doing out this afternoon? And where did I put my wig?"
