Gus:
Clark, could you not pick your nose in front of me?
Clark:
I'm not picking, I'm scratching.
Gus:
Scratching what? Your brain?
Clark:
Yeah, 'cause it's huge.
Clark:
[
where someone has recently farted] Oh! I love beef stew!
Howie:
For years I thought the sun was a monster. But I am here to tell you that it's not a monster! IT'S NOT A MONSTER!
[
cries]
Richie:
He just did that steroid free!
Clark:
What's steroids?
Richie:
Something that makes your 'pee-pee' smaller.
Clark:
Ohh... there must be steroids in macaroni!
Gus:
I think this is a sign that you should get a car.
Clark:
My mom said I should hold off on getting my license for another year.
[
extends arms forward and then retracts]
Clark:
She wants to make sure my reflexes are fully developed.
Howie:
I used to think the sun was evil but now I know it's not.
Wayne:
How's the moon treating you.
Howie:
Not a fan.
Clark:
Is bad ass one or two words?
Howie:
What's going all the way?
Wayne:
[
whispers in Howie's ear]
Howie:
Oh.
[
squeezes suntan lotion and screams]
Howie:
Aaaaaah!
Clark:
Shut up, Number 7!
Number 7 Robot:
You shut up!
Clark:
I'll kill you!
Old Man:
I smell cinnamon rolls.
Richie:
[
after Salad Girl leaves] What do you think of my future wife?
Old Man:
I smell Cinnamon Rolls!
Richie:
Oh, I smell Cinnamon Rolls too.
Richie:
[
after pulling up to Mel's house] Wow,I always wondered who lived here, I just thought it was Clay Aiken or something.
Mel:
Reggie and I met at Tuba Camp when we were kids
[
shows picture of Reggie and Himself playing their tubas when they were younger]
Gus:
HAHA,Reggie that was you?
Reggie Jackson:
[
angrily] What are you laughing about?I was a cute kid.
Gus:
[
frightened] Oh,uh,Yes.Like a young Denzel.
Richie:
[
whispered to Clark] I didn't know Denzel played Erkel.
Brad:
You guys think you're athletes now?
Richie:
Haha that's funny I didn't know ath-e-letes had three syllables... thats ama-za-zaing.
Richie:
Are you guys ready to scr-mi-mimage?
Kyle:
I'm gonna call the cops!
Clark:
We are cops!... We're navy seals!
Kyle:
Navy seals aren't cops!
Troy:
Aren't you our paperboy?
Clark:
...I'm undercover
Gus:
My wife is the only one who gets to twist these man titties.
Kyle:
Time to meet your makers!
Clark:
Makers of what? POOP?
Mel:
If you build it, nerds will come.
Clark:
Hold on I got a text from my mom... NO WAY we're having maccroni tonight that means garlic bread! Yes!
Mel:
Keep it under a billion, that's all I got... on me hahaha.
Wayne:
Is that beer?
Carlos:
[
stumbling] No it's Gatorade homie, get out of my way.
[
repeated line]
Richie:
I love... salad.
Howie:
Richie told me about the serial killers thats loose in in our neighborhood killing anyone named Howie! THAT'S MY NAME! That's my name!
Mel:
Howie, you're a freak.
Mel:
Have you even known the joys of having children?
Richie:
Never had a date.
Clark:
Never talked to a girl.
Richie:
[
after Gus hits a homerun] Wow and he did it without steroids.
Clark:
What's steroids?
Richie:
Something that makes your pee-pee smaller.
Clark:
There must be steroids in macaroni!
Marcus Ellwood:
Do you still think I look like Yoda?
Gus:
No.
Marcus Ellwood:
But Yoda's my favorite! You're a bad, bad man!
Richie:
Clark, we don't play baseball.
Clark:
I told Gus that we would be there, and if we don't show up, that makes me a liar... and that's not what I'm about... Not now, NOT EVER!
Richie:
Okay, Okay Daytime Emmy
Kyle:
Leave our field or you will suffer the consequences!
Richie:
What is this, "children of the corn"?
Troy:
Listen, we have a game tomorrow, and there's only one field to practice on - so, beat it!
[
pushes Nelson]
Richie:
[
after hitting the ball] I ticked it, it hit the bat!
Charlie Catcher:
You're ssstill out.
Richie:
You're ssstill fat!
Gretchen Peterson:
Move your ass Richie!
Gus:
[
to Nelson] Hey. Are you the kid who got farted on earlier?
Mel:
Yes. This is my son Nelson. He's become quite the fart magnet for the neighborhood bullies.
Nelson:
I also get a healthy smear of animal turds twice daily.
Clark:
When I was your age, Fairy Jerry dumped a bucket of dog poop on me.
Nelson:
His son just did that to me last week.
[
looking at Mel's Pontiac Firebird Trans Am]
Clark:
This car is so radical. Looks just like K.I.T.T. from the show Knight Rider.
Mel:
It is K.I.T.T. from Knight Rider. Watch this.
[
Mel activates the car with his watch]
K.I.T.T.:
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm K.I.T.T.
Richie:
[
to Mel] Who are you?
Mel:
Oh, I'm just one of those nerds who grew up... to make billions.
Gus:
Nice meeting you, Fairy Jerry.
Jerry:
What was that?
Gus:
Well, you gave Clark and Richie nicknames. I thought I'd give you one: Fairy Jerry.
Jerry:
Oh, really?
Gus:
[
stands up from chair] Really.
Jerry:
Okay, Gus- Gus... Gus Bus! That's you, Gus Bus!
Gus:
Oh, that was a brutal comeback. Come on guys, let's go. I don't think I can ever get over that one. Whew!
Richie:
Yeah, I bet you're a real good catcher... of donuts in your mouth.
Clark:
That nerd makes me look like Rambo.
Richie:
No.
Clark:
John Stamos?
Richie:
Warmer.
Clark:
[
a ball hits Richie in the head] Duuuuhhhr!
Richie:
You just lost your membership at video world!
Clark:
Dang it!
Carlos:
Looks like the Gus Bus is out of gas.
Gus:
[
upon seeing Carlos enter] Hey, what's going on here? How come he's playing?
Wayne:
Oh, ah, I couldn't play him before because he was feeling ill.
Carlos:
Me tummy, es sicko.
Umpire:
Well you got proof he's a kid?
Gus:
Come on! Look at his beard. He's 50.
Wayne:
Not according to birth certifico.
[
hands umpire the crumpled up paper he saw earlier]
Umpire:
[
looks inside and sees 'I am 12' written in green crayon, with a picture of Carlos and $10. He carefully pockets the $10 and folds the paper back up] He's got documentation. Play ball!
Howie:
[
quivering] Carlos?
Carlos:
Who say my name?
Howie:
[
gives him 2 packs of beer and a tequila] I brought you a present from the Benchwarmers. You're really good at baseball.
Carlos:
[
happy] Thank you Albino.
[
bold]
Carlos:
Now get lost!
Howie:
[
cowers away screeching]
[
after purosely stomping on Gus's hand]
Carlos:
Sorry. It was accident.
[
lifts foot off Gus's hand]
[
seeing three Howie's thru his blurred vision]
Carlos:
Look at all those Albinos.
Carlos:
No really, I need another refill.
Wayne:
You need to go to an AA meeting.
[
Carlos is drinking a tequilla while pitching]
Carlos:
Maria? Why did you leave me?
Mel:
Letting that 12 year old drink like that is disgusting.
Richie:
Dude. You smell like beer.
Carlos:
You look like beer.
[
last lines]
Mel:
This was a total waste of time, wasn't it?
Gus:
Yeah.
Clark:
We could still win this thing.
Richie:
Wha-how?
Clark:
If we use the force.
Richie:
Let's try not to be too geeky, Clark.
Clark:
The Force is powerful, my young padawan.
Howie:
He's right. It is.
Gus:
Man! I haven't even been on a baseball field in over 10 years.
Clark:
I've never been on a baseball field, if I did, the kids in my neighborhood would spit loogies on my forehead.
Gus:
Thats horrible, baseball's America's past time... thats like saying you've never had apple pie.
Gus:
You've never had apple pie?
Clark:
My mom said it would give me diarrhea.
Gus:
That's ridiculous, Clark! You have to try it at least once!
Clark:
Diarrhea?
Gus:
No! Baseball!
Howie:
Richie?
[
hands out a bottle of urine]
Richie:
Okay, buddy.
Clark:
Is that apple juice?
Richie:
Nooo.
Richie:
I guess I'm no longer a virgin... to home runs, BYOTCH!
Richie:
Clark! You kissed a girl before I did?
Clark:
This is way better than macaroni!
Brad:
Bring it!
Clark:
Suck it!
Gus:
[
shouts] Clark! Try to hit the ball in the strike zone.
Clark:
Well where's the strike zone?
[
he gets a bit distracted during the pitch]
Umpire:
Strike two!
Gus:
Right there.
Gus:
[
looking at baseball cards] We've got statistics! I got 30 homeruns!
Richie:
I got 11 foul ticks!
Clark:
I got 20 eyes-closed strike outs, 5 broken windshields, and 6 dead birds! I'm freakin' awesome!
Number 7 Robot:
Oh Shit!
Mel:
Richie, do you have any kids?
Richie:
Never had a date.
Mel:
Clark?
Clark:
Never spoke to a girl.
Mel:
Gu-Gus?
Gus:
Ugh, My wife and I are kinda working on it.
Wayne:
Carlos your drunk!
Carlos:
[
Carlos throws up] Blaaaaaa!
Gus:
Move over honey, I gotta take a leak.
Liz:
Oh my God! You’re not kidding!
Richie:
[
after Salad Girl gives back a video] Well, I am management, so I'm gonna waive the late fee.
Salad Girl:
Oh, they're not late, but thank you.
[
Richie laughs nervously]
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