Charlie: Oh, yeah, the carpentry.
Mac: Throughout history, the ass kickers have always known carpentry -- Jesus Christ, Harrison Ford.
Charlie: Okay, then what are you talking about?
Mac: The women, the women dude. This is supposed to be a men's club, who wants that around here.
Oh, 'cause I'm playing both sides!
I think we caught enough.
Charlie: Wait, hold on, that's not like an official document!
Dee: Um, well, you signed it in blood.
Mac: Oh yeah, there it is: "Trundle," written in blood.
Charlie: Oh yeah, I was going by "Trundle" at the time, wasn't I -
Mac: No, no, no you weren't. You were trying to write "Charlie" and you wrote "Trundle."
Charlie: No, I was going by "Charlie the Great"
Mac: You came up with that after you miswrote it.
Frank: I don't care anything about this hole - I'm passionless.
Dennis: What are you saying Frank?
Frank: I officially retire from Paddy's Pub.
The Gang: YAY!!!
Mac: That is about as low-brow as it gets.
Charlie: Yeah Dennis isn't gonna like that.
I was always the odd man out, you know -- I mean, you know.
Mac's Dad: Now everyone thinks I'm a rat. They're gonna kill me in here, because of you.
Mac: I'm sorry. I still love you.
Mac's Dad: I don't.
Mac: Tell us more!
Charlie's Mom: Then Luther went in Eduardo's butt for a while.
Mac: Tell us less, tell us less.
Charlie's Mom: Then they both completed on each other -- I was left out of the finale.
Mac: Okay, daddy. I love you dad!
Charlie: Let it go. Let it go.
Mac: You have a bad shoulder, and that's why you could never have a catch with me, right?
Mac's Dad: Riiiiiight.
Mac: Thanks for coming with me, man.
Charlie: Well, you're forcing me too, so, yeah.