(hands out a bottle of urine)
Richie: Okay, buddy.
Clark: Is that apple juice?
Carlos: Looks like the Gus Bus is out of gas.
Kyle: Leave our field or you will suffer the consequences!
Richie: What is this, "children of the corn"?
Clark: We could still win this thing.
Clark: If we use the force.
Richie: Let's try not to be too geeky, Clark.
Clark: The Force is powerful, my young padawan.
Howie: He's right. It is.
Old Man: I smell cinnamon rolls.
Clark: Shut up, Number 7!
Number 7 Robot: You shut up!
Clark: I'll kill you!
Howie: What's going all the way?
Wayne: (whispers in Howie's ear)
(squeezes suntan lotion and screams)
Richie: (after Gus hits a homerun) Wow and he did it without steroids.
Clark: What's steroids?
Richie: Something that makes your pee-pee smaller.
Clark: There must be steroids in macaroni!
Wayne: Carlos your drunk!
Carlos: (Carlos throws up) Blaaaaaa!
Mel: Have you even known the joys of having children?
Richie: Never had a date.
Clark: Never talked to a girl.
Gus: (looking at baseball cards) We've got statistics! I got 30 homeruns!
Richie: I got 11 foul ticks!
Clark: I got 20 eyes-closed strike outs, 5 broken windshields, and 6 dead birds! I'm freakin' awesome!
Richie: (after hitting the ball) I ticked it, it hit the bat!
Charlie Catcher: You're ssstill out.
Richie: You're ssstill fat!
Carlos: No really, I need another refill.
Wayne: You need to go to an AA meeting.
Richie: Dude. You smell like beer.
Carlos: You look like beer.
Wayne: Is that beer?
Carlos: (stumbling) No it's Gatorade homie, get out of my way.
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