Seth: There’s something over there that I can’t help but stare at all creepy like.
Quincy: That diamond is HUGE. I want one. C’mere huge diamond!
Dragan: Why am I here? I need to get to class soon! Oh dear!
Seth: I think I’ll toss some dollars on that chick. I’M RICH, BITCH! Why can’t I stop staring at her booty.
Malix: Hmm.. New file, new story? I want to be something different this time. I think I shall be the French Tickler.
Borage: I think I’m gonna put a baby in all of these ladies. I’m pretty sure my slutty aunt is gonna have 20 babies.
Rosette: I hope your dick falls off.
Borage: I hope you warn everyone about your coochie diseases.
Seth: Watch me crank it, watch me roll. Watch me crank dat, Set Tombs. Then superman dat ohhhhhhhhhhh!
Seth: It’s not what it looks like. I am not having fun nor enjoying myself.
Quincy: Hey why isn’t anyone watching me drop these hot beats?
Malix: CAUSE YOU SUCK! Let a real DJ show you how it’s done.
Quincy: Who are you?
Malix: DJ Lix from the L.P. I get bitches.
Quincy: You’re a hata! I can get bitches.
Quincy: Hey where did you go?
Malix: Really? This is how high I can go? Lame.. good thing that we didn’t pay for this. But I’m still not amused by this.
Malix: Since I’m up here, I guess I shall do my Montigo thing. I may be the one sane Montigo here but I must keep my image.
Malix: I must have a drink at a random time of the day. Wait. Why is it invisible?
Malix: I don’t care if my drink is invisible. I shall enjoy it.
Malix: Now this is the good stuff. Invisichampange. Zero calories, I will keep my girlish figure after all.
Quincy: Hey BMG, whatcha think about my sweet DJ skillz? Hot, right?
Borage: You suck. Too main gain, not enough bass. You’re train wrecking! You can’t beat match for shit! Just hit sync!
Kikiontae: I think he’s pretty hot.
Borage: I think you’re just a hood rat ho trynna get on his dick.
Isela: Let’s all bob for apples.
Carrie: So were not making apple juice?
Isela: Huh? No…
Carrie: The voices said we should make apple juice.
Anson: I have a husband back in my file so I’ll be pretty good at this.
Dragan: We don’t care. I think flowers are pretty tho.
Isela: Can we start now?
Isela: 1…2….3… GO!
Carrie: Dragan! You’re on my team! Why aren’t you bobbing?
Dragan: I don’t wanna look gay.
Carrie: The voices told me to choke you if you don’t start helping me win!
Dragan: I still think flowers look pretty.
Isela: I’m so gonna win this!
Carrie: No! Dragan and I are gonna win!
Isela: Ouch my head!
Carrie: Ha ha!
Anson: This is too easy.
Dragan: Do I look gay by doing this?
Carrie: Look Dragan! Were winning! The voices will be pleased!
Anson: Does the voices also tell you to shut up?
Dragan: Do I look like a cooked pig with this apple in my mouth?
Anson: This pose looks like a invisiblowjob.
Carrie: Now I look like a cooked pig. Oink, oink!
Seth: I don’t know why I am even here! I was not having fun! I don’t care what it looks like.
Seth: I am the God of EVIL! I do not smile! I do not have fun! I do evil things!
You need to get laid more often.
Seth: WHO SAID THAT?!
Quincy: Just call me DJ Glovez! I wear em cause germs are EVERYWHERE!
Layla: Hey Borage, you should let me come over to your house after this. I’ll clean it for you.
Kikiontae: No you should let me come to your house. I can cook for you.
Borage: Why do I have this feeling that both of you crazy fairies are gonna end up my house just to leave a baby there, after this.
Borage: You 2 dance like drunk white girls. Lemme show you how it’s done.
Layla: What? We have alcohol? This is my song!
Borage: This is how you do the Harlem Shake!
Kikiontae: No, it’s like this! You gotta get low with it.
Layla: My feet are stuck.
Layla: I like your sexy dance moves. We should hook up.
Borage: I think we should. I never banged a fairy before.
Kikiontae: Borage you should get freaky with me. I’m a Ghetto Fairy. We know how to fuck.
Borage: Okay, I’m down.
Layla: Hey! I’m pretty good myself!
Carrie: The voices and I feel like dancing.
Rosette: You bitches can’t dance good like me.
Kikiontae: Bring it ho.
Anson: I’m not sure if I should be over here.
Layla: I just learned a recipe!
Isela: Borage, you’re sexy. We should do it.
Borage: I knew you would fine me hot. We can do it anytime.
Layla: Why do my feet keep getting stuck?
Carrie: Borage! I think you’re hot!
Borage: Wait… aren’t you my half sister? Someone forgot to set the relations!
Carrie: The voices think you’re hot.
Borage: I can feel the rhythm!
Rosette: You can feel my hand upside your head.
Layla: I can feel that my feet are still stuck on the floor.
Rosette: Hey guy with a black hair. You’re the closet that I have to Liam. I think you should be mine.
Anson: Um.. okay. I think you’re pretty hot.
Borage: Pop, pop, pop dat ass.
Carrie: I still think my half brother is hot.
Rosette: Never mind. You can’t have my love. My love is for Liam only!
Carrie: Hey I remember you! You’re daddy’s stalker!
Rosette: I am his lover. Get it right, bitch!
Anson: Hey Kiki, I think you’re pretty. Please don’t reject my love.
Kikiontae: I think you’re a hot white boy. I want your loving.
Layla: Can someone help me? I can’t get unstuck!
Carrie: Now my feet are stuck!
Carrie: Anson, since you’re not my half brother. I think you’re hot!
Anson: I think you’re hot too.
Layla: Well I think you’re hot too Anson.
Borage: Hey I thought you ladies found me hot?
Seth: Shit.. I’ve been teleported here.
Isela: Dragan, you know that I find you hot. Let’s make more babies.
Dragan: Maybe but let’s go pick flowers together. I think flowers are lovely.
Malix: Well I’m here now. Can any of the vampires get some love too?
Seth: You look ridiculous, Kiki.
Kikiontae: Really? That doesn’t stop you from checking out my ass.
Borage: MAKIN’ MONEY AT THE DESK!
Malix: You’re a idiot, cuz.
Carrie: I’m stuck, guys!
Layla: I know right!
Malix: Seriously, ladies. Don’t you want some of this vampire loving?
Rosette: Hey incognegro! Come join us!
Malix: Don’t anyone find me hot?
Borage: What’s that over there? That better not be my wife…
Seth: I’m thinking………………………….. No.
Isela: Don’t be a buzzkill, Seth. Have some fun!
Anson: I like the way you shake your ass.
Isela: I thought you had a husband.
Borage: Check out this move. I call it the- …Ouch my nuts!
Malix: That sounds stupid.
Layla: Seriously people. I need a little help here.