Crash: I'm telling you, Bernstein, this nose has changed my life! I had no idea how much my mouth would appreciate the shade!
Pesto: Amanda, I think it's great you're chasing your dreams. There's a dream I've been chasing for years. (whispers) Let me catch you.
Amanda: Get out of here! How are we supposed to become models when there's a bunch of guys standing around gawking at us?
Amanda: You know, as long as you're lurking, you might as well help me.
Pesto: I wasn't lurking. I was just... hiding so I can be near you without you knowing.
Crash: What are you going to do? Fight us and make us wear our underwear on the outside of our pants? (laughs as the scene cuts to Crash, Bernstein, and Pesto wearing their underwear on the outside of their pants) I don't know why I keep giving them ideas!
Wyatt: I don't know why you switched to a thong.
Crash: My cheeks need to breathe, Bernstein.
Wyatt: We didn't fix up this place just so we can get kicked out by the Lord of the Dweebs! I say we end this right now and take back our hang-out.
Crash: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bernstein, Bernstein, Bernstein! Take a chillaxative. First, let's try it my way. I've got a plan that probably... won't... work.
Crash: (in disguise) Pardon me for interrupting your Nerd-a-lympics. I'm a southern millionaire, and you fellas are trespassing on my property! As you can see, my name is on this deed.
Quince: This is a receipt for a three-pack of thongs.
Crash: Apparently, my accountants have provided me with improper paperwork!
Wyatt: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Crash: "Why aren't pancakes a fruit?"