Paka: Psst. Hehe. I had these cards stuffed in my shoe the whole time. I think Sean suspects. No! Don't look at him.
Madeline: I've got margarita mix in my hair, don't I? Damnit, this is my 12th birthday all over again.
Lora: Hava Nagila? Shit. I only speak Gentile.
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, 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: Hey, you guys can't change the cha...woah. Is she? And he? And the trapeze? Hot damn, Kenny Rogers can wait.
On Lora's recommendation, Paka applied extreme pressure to his groin, hoping to finally hit that note in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Halfway thru their rendition of "Afternoon Delight"Paka: Wait a minute. Is this song about nooners?!
Andria was slightly embarrassed to find out that it was "wrapped up like a deuce" after her spirited first verse.
Madeline (whispered): She keeps me in a closet. Send help.
Madeline: Oh my god, he drank the chicken!
No matter how hard they tried, the "we don't know this girl with the mic" routine wouldn't work this time.
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.
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.
Dorothy wasn't sure how Andria made those noises, but she hoped she'd never stop.