Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The kids in my class are a very special bunch. This one's for them. -Sam
John: No, I'm not going to yell. Roger:*holding mousetrap* If I slapped you with this, would you yell? John: Yes, I'd definitely yell at you. Roger: weLL GET OVER HERE!
Freddie: Shrimp can see the whole color spectrum. Brian:*sarcastically* So that means they're smarter than us? Freddie: Yeah, it means their brains are fully unlocked, haven't you seen the movie Lucy? *band laughs* Freddie: Haven't you seen it? Their brains are unlocked!
Roger: What if- Brian: Roger, shut up. You're high.
Freddie: Well, you're pretty ugly. Roger: Oh, yeah? You just called me pretty and ugly. Freddie: No, I said you were pretty ugly, putting emphasis on the ugly. Roger: Well you said I'm pretty ugly, the two even out so I'm just average
Roger: We don't talk to losers 'round here. Brian: Well, I should probably stop talking to you then.
John: No, I don't want to marry you. Freddie: Why the fuck would you not want to marry me?
Freddie: Roger's an idiot. Freddie: *gasps and looks around* What? Who said that?
Brian: There's about four million garbage truck loads of plastic that are polluted in the ocean each year. Roger, looking it up: It only says four million pounds, that's not a lot. Brian: That says four million tons. Roger: Well, I'm sorry I can't convert pounds to garbage truck loads!
Brian, after a discussion about fraud: The PowerPoint is not over, I was lying to you. Freddie: This is fraud! I'm suing for emotional distress.
John: Tomorrow I'm bringing pizza and no one's getting any of it!
Roger, to Brian: How was your weekend, did you get schwasted?
Freddie: You're ugly. Roger: Your moms ugly. Freddie: *gasps and pulls out his phone* I'm calling her and telling her you said that. Freddie, dialing Miami: Yeah, mom? Roger just called you ugly and I though you should know.
John: Under "First Thing on your bucket list?" I put die.
Brian, to Roger who's wearing a white tank top: You look like you're about to beat your wife. Roger: Yeah every Tuesday! John: But it's Wednesday... Freddie: He jut got done.
Roger, to Brian: I knew I'd get you with the Jews!
Freddie: Can you drop it low? John: I've got arthritis!
