Killer Pad (2008)
Craig: These girls look cooked.
Doug: I know they're totally baked.
Craig: No man, I think that they're dead.
Doug: Holy shit!
Craig: You've got a little corpse on you!
Brody: It all makes sense. How could we have been so blind?
Doug: What are you talking about, Brody?
Brody: Don't you see? The hellacious stench, the ungodly heat, the forbidden fruit. I know what did this. It was a bunch of God damned squatters!
Doug: You think weightlifters did this?
Brody: [while watching girls make out] I think I released the demon seamen.
Craig: I don't know how I'd feel about having some poor bastard work for free.
Doug: It's un-American.
Fire Marshal: No, you gotta trust me on this one. I mean, he wouldn't mind. Not like when his wife of seventeen years, who he treated like a goddess, left him for Tom at Myspace.com.
Craig: It kind of sounds like your friend might be gay.
Fire Marshal: Why? You gay? Nice apron.
Dinko's Geek: You know what would be funny? If you took your top off and I saw your breasts, and I was like, "Hey, I can't believe you did that."
Dinko's Geek: I saw an adult film ones. My father has 'em. He hides them in a box labeled poison.
Craig: I can't believe this is happening.
Doug: I don't believe my eyes.
Brody: Boys, save yourselves. Lucy's the devil!
Craig: I don't even care.
Brody: Let me offer some words of persuasion: She has a penis!
Doug: Holy camel foot! Deal breaker!
Brody: I need everyone here to listen to me very, very carefully, but whatever you do, please do not panic. Everybody here is in danger of being brutally murdered and sacrificed to the devil, so, if you would, please just move single file to the door, and we'll look forward to seeing you next time.
Brody: We will sing a holy song to defeat those evil, hot, evil bitches!
Brody: Well, that's it. All the stiffs have come back to life and everybody's going home.
Craig: Yeah, including us. My dad's balls are enormous.
Doug: Like cantaloupes in a tube sock.