I wish my mouth was farther away from my brain. I wish my brain had its own brain.
Troy: Is it black Michael Chiklis?
Pierce: Is it white George Foreman
Britta: You guys are talking about the same person. He's biracial, his name is David and he's a human being.
I checked all Pierce's wardrobes for portals to magical worlds. All I found was something called Emmanuelle in Space on laser disc. I couldn't watch it but it sounded sexy. Laser. Disc.
Who taught you therapy, Michael Jackson's dad?
Annie: Weird night huh?
Troy: Yeah. Alcohol makes people sad. It's like the Lifetime movies of beverages.
Troy: I just spent the last two years thinking that you guys knew more than me about life, and I just found out you guys are just as dumb as me.
Britta: Da doi.
Jeff: Yeah. Da doi.
Yes. I want to bathe in manhood.
Jeff: You were born 21 years ago.
Troy: Which would make me 20, because everyone is 10 for two years. Because fifth grade is really hard for every...one. Mom how many lies have I been living!?
Hello during a random dessert, the month and day of which coincide numerically with your expulsion from a uterus.Troy [reading the cake]
Latvian Independence Parade. Don't look at me, they had the proper permits.
Enjoy eating fiber and watching The Mentalist.Troy [to Britta]
Do they find thoughts in our butts? I knew I should've read that book.