Andy: Let’s do something fun first.
Gina: And then fight?
Sara: Andy, who are you?
Andy: That’s classified.
Sara: I can’t even know your f***ing name?
Andy: You can know my f***ing name when I am done reading the f***ing rules!
Andy: That’s what I do: coloring your perceptions one douche bag at a time.
Ryan: I’ve got a giant wall here! I see nothing!
Andy: Well, isn’t that a personal problem?
Ryan: He looks like he’s having a psychotic breakdown.
Gina: Is that before or after I sprayed him with the drugs?
Sara: I’m going to show you my tits, give me some chips!
Andy: Let’s be happy together.
Sara: His birthday is like Hanukkah!
Sara: I film it!
Ryan: You’re not there!
Sara: I’m everywhere!
Andy: Right, because computers have mustaches and you can comment on them.
Sara: I don’t und- oooh kitty!
Gina: I have not participated in any wholesale gambling.
Karl: Only retail gambling.
Andy: Are there any dangerously narrow openings nearby?
Andy: My all-access pass is an explosive device?
Ryan: It’s a reality show. Of course it’s an explosive device.
Ryan: Someone stashed old takeout containers in here. There’s some sentient-looking mold in them.
Andy: … This is never getting played again.