Sean's menacing face left something to be desired. Although the makeup artist didn't remember applying any blood to his mouth...
Ryan Seacrest once again ruins an attempt to photograph some dirty dancing.
Lora: Hava Nagila? Shit. I only speak Gentile.
Sean insisted on boiling water in case we ran across any pregnant women on the beach. He's a bit of a crazed boy scout in that way.
If this picture of her eating pizza ever got out, she'd be ruined in the zombie community. There was only one solution: eat the cameraman.
Give me...scary. Alright, that works, on several levels.
The barefoot woman and her rowdy boyfriend (not shown) disrupted two of the piano shows. Some well placed thumbtacks and grease on the dance floor, however, helped persuade them to leave.
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.
The Golden Gate...um....hmm, it's not a tunnel. Or a thoroughfare, I give up.
The fire in his eyes was obvious. If Phil didn't get himself one of them marshmallows stat, he was gonna burst.
Zombie Porn: because America demands it.
And a fun one for the kids.
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.
Unbeknownst to him, Sean had grown a thick mustache in the past half hour. Phil, enraged with jealousy, moved in for the ear bite.
