Madeline: Oh my god, he drank the chicken!
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.
Groggy after being unconscious for 40 minutes, Sean knew he had to be hallucinating, because he could have sworn that jar held something that used be attached to him.
Jen knew she should probably go the hospital with her broken neck, but she couldn't tear herself away from the horror of other people singing.
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.
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.
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.
Lora: Hava Nagila? Shit. I only speak Gentile.
Madeline (whispered): She keeps me in a closet. Send help.
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.
Andria was slightly embarrassed to find out that it was "wrapped up like a deuce" after her spirited first verse.
Dorothy wasn't sure how Andria made those noises, but she hoped she'd never stop.
