Lora, knowing Paka was a sucker for a hug, took the opportunity to palm $5 worth of his chips. Paka, knowing Lora a thief, had licked all of his chips.
Madeline: I've got margarita mix in my hair, don't I? Damnit, this is my 12th birthday all over again.
Paka: Psst. Hehe. I had these cards stuffed in my shoe the whole time. I think Sean suspects. No! Don't look at him.
Jess (internally): If he takes another picture of me I'm going to spend my winnings on myself. Or I'll make him buy feminine products. Yeah, that'll do.
Madeline (whispered): She keeps me in a closet. Send help.
Lora: Hava Nagila? Shit. I only speak Gentile.
Paka's energetic singing of "Me So Horny" scared us. A lot.
No matter how hard they tried, the "we don't know this girl with the mic" routine wouldn't work this time.
Andria was slightly embarrassed to find out that it was "wrapped up like a deuce" after her spirited first verse.
Madeline: I'm not touching you. I'm not touching you.
Sean: Your hand is on my knee.
Madeline: Shit! You win this round Sherlock.
Madeline: Oh my god, he drank the chicken!
Jess couldn't wait to see the look on Sean's face when he discovered the raw chicken in his drink. It was hilarious, because, you know, he likes chicken so much.
On Lora's recommendation, Paka applied extreme pressure to his groin, hoping to finally hit that note in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Steve: This poker party is gonna have a lot of karaoke, isn't it? No no, that's just fine. This is my fifth beer. Another half hour and everything you say will be hilarious.
