Liz: Holy shit! You've grown like 4 inches.
Marhsall: That's not the only thing that's grown, if you know what I mean. Ya know? That other thing...
Liz: Yeah, I get it.
Marshall: My penis.
Liz: Enough!
Anthony had an irresistible urge to tackle the woman in blue. Being one of 4 single men at the reunion, however, he didn't want to damage his chances with the rest.
Jon: Haha, no really guys; I have no idea who this woman is or why she has pictures of me in her purse.
Dr. Sara (internal): If I keep smiling, maybe people will be so freaked out they'll refrain from asking me to inspect their moles. Please god.
Nicole was pretty sure she knew this woman, but she was still creeped out by her constantly checking her pulse and telling her to finish her drink.
Rachel was dying for the opportunity to tell someone about her special talent involving bowling balls and sea lions. You wouldn't think that'd be a hard segue to work in, but you'd be wrong.
This is what happens when you tell a group of women "Ok, now give me sultry!"
Mari: This memory book is great! All these high school moments. Hey, what is this? Jess, am I passed out? Are you dipping my hand in warm water so I'd pee myself?
Jess: Hey look Mari! Bunnies!
Gina also hates caterpillars. We're getting her help, don't worry.
Anthony raises a glass to classmates, old times, and the booze that allows him to erase generous portions of both.
Mari: C'mon. Throw the baby. I'm really good at this. I've only had 4 or 5 drinks. Ok, 9, but I have really excellent reflexes.
Craig knew this night would be memorable, but he never expected a cockfight to break out. Especially one without chickens.
Joe was already drunk when he arrived at the party. He fit right in.
No one wanted to take Liz up on a bet about who could fill the cup the fastest.
