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Rusty: (While sitting on Cappie's lap) That's it. I can't take this anymore. I have to talk to you about something. Cappie: Should we take this upstairs? Rusty: Oh, right. (Stands up) Now I know this isn't my place, but... Cappie: My girlfriend's driving you crazy? Rusty: Yeah. And... Cappie: She's taking this competition way too far? Rusty: Uh-huh. Cappie: Oh, thank god! I thought I was going nuts! You guys kept saying you were cool with it. Rusty: Well, it's... the guy code. Cappie: The guy code? Do you know how many lives have been lost to the guy code? That thing needs to be overturned before it's too late! Rusty: But Wade and Beaver said... Cappie: Wade and Beaver? Thanks to the guy code, Wade spent a whole semester with a very thin mustache and Beaver almost became a Canadian citizen!

Cappie: Since when did you care about amateur collegiate pageantry? You're Rebecca frickin' Logan! Rebecca: (shocked) Oh my God! Cappie: Please don't hit me. (Rebecca kisses him instead)

Rebecca: (to Cappie) I can't believe you forgot to bring Timmy the snake. Wrapping him around Rusty's neck was the highlight!

Michael: Did you watch ANTM last night? Calvin: America's Next Top Model? As in… "I have two beautiful girls standing before me, one of them wants this more than anything in the world, but has no personality, the other one takes beautiful pictures, but is plus size…" Michael: Nice Tyra.

Ashleigh: Yay! I love new crushes. New crushes are so fun. Casey: They are also scary. New crushes lead to new dates which lead to new relationships which lead to new breakups.

Casey: I forgot how good you are when you are bad. Frannie: Don't be silly! I've sworn off bad remember?

Beaver: Rusty is upset because of...science. Cappie: Science? Beaver: Yeah, he just found out that the guy who invented gravity is dead. Cappie: (sighs) Beav, Isaac Newton has been dead for about 300 years. Beaver: Oh, I guess Rusty isn't as smart as we thought he was.

Rusty: (angrily) Well, if you weren't such a-- Rebecca: Yes? Rusty: (stammers) Dedicated coach. You would have time to think about lattes, but you don't. So I'll go get you another one.

Beaver: (weakly) Spitter, will you pour this beer in my mouth?

Beaver: (while lying on the floor) I can't feel my arms. I can't lift my beer.

Cappie: This is a match made in heaven. Rusty and Rebecca: More like hell.