Not part of the act, it turns out Randy was just really fed up with Joe's shit.
Melissa (quietly): Sara. Sara. I see bearded people.
Sara: That's our teacher, Mr.Boyle.
Melissa: I think I see parts of his lunch in there.
Jennifer: I've got a fifth of vodka and a gallon of orange juice in my backpack. Wanna get out of here?
Nicole (internal): Damnit. If they had just waited another 10 minutes I'd be done with my part. I love orange juice.
Jen went on to a lucrative career as a Dominoes spokesperson.
Sometimes, just sometimes, even poindexters get the girl.
Justin (singing): Baby killer, baby killer. The rest of this song...is purely filler. Fa la la la la.
Rachel: I never thought I'd say this Jeff, but if you pull your hand from your pocket and you don't have a gun, I'm going to be very upset.
The only thing that kept Rachel from flying off into a murderous rage were bananas. She really loved those things. High in potassium you know.
Resnick wasn't shifting away from Liz because he was shy...
If only Sean's "uptight hippy buster" costume was a costume.
John-Mark: What? I happen to like this jacket. Screw you.
Jeff was dying to make a "sweating to the 80s" headband joke, but he resisted.
Lt. Charlotte won one medal for saving a village from a napalm attack. The other for destroying all evidence that one Gomer Pile accidentally ordered the attack while trying to send out for pizza. Discretion is, after all, the better part of valor.
