“Mr. Cody, DeLorean over there suckin’ on Teresa’s neck… blamin’ it on poison ivys.”

“Desmond done carved his name into da side of dis tree. Now peoples gonna think some Indian hieroglyphic shit went down.”

“Mallows, check. Graham’s Crackas, check. Double Chocolate, check! Chef Latrice is one crazy S’mo makin’ mothafucka!”

“Littabug Teesha throw her Frito bag on da ground. Uncle Sam gonna be fuckin’ piiiiissed!”