Max: Don't You Have Something To Dust?

Max: Don't you have something to dust?

David: How about the left side of your bed?

Dwayne: What are you doing in my room?

Y/N: Well I heard moans and screams coming from your bedroom so I figured...I should be part of it

David: Listen! We're heading down to the boardwalk tonight for a little haunting spree, so I want these bikes to look good and scary!

Paul: You mean you want them to look good... and scary. Well, I think we can probably...

Dwayne: No, no, I think he means he wants them to look so good that it's scary.

Paul: Or maybe that by looking so scary you forget that they don't look good!

Marko: I don't get it.

Paul: Look, it's easy, it simply means that...

David: Never mind what it means! I just want it to look scary! That's it! You know, mold growing on the ceilings and bugs in the sink.

Dwayne: So, you don't want it to look good?

David: Get moving!

Paul Marko and Dwayne: [singing] A sailor's life is a wonderful life / A wonderful life for sure!

The guys run up on the Surf Nazis after they mess with Y/N

Greg: What the...

Marko: Go ahead! Finish your statement so I can bust your head to the white meat!

Paul: Yeah, that's right, he's gonna bust it to the white meat, and I'm gonna bust it to your damn cranium!

Dwayne: Say what you was about to say!

David: Let them words fall up out of your lips, little b*tch boy!

*David is talking to Dwayne about Y/N*

David: Dwayne I don't know what the woman wants anymore! What am I supposed to do?

Dwayne : May I speak freely David?

David : Yes, of course old boy.

Dwayne :  I am so bloody sick of hearing this year after year! 'Dwayne, what am I to do?', 'I told her I loved her!' 'I took it back!', 'I'm afraid of commitment', 'I'm worried about Laddie' (grabs David by his jacket) For God's sake, MAKE A MOVE! DO SOMETHING! YOU PASSED ON MICHAEL DO YOU WANT TO REGRET THIS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE TOO?

*Y/n and Michael arguing on the boardwalk. Y/n makes a joke about Michael*

Michael: Oh, so Sweetalicious got jokes.Now, look a here, Broadway, don't make me bring da noise.

Y/n: You might as well. You already brought da funk *sticks hand in his face*

David and the boys: *wheezing*