Frustrated

Joe: Uh oh. There goes Tom. I hope he doesn't slap anybody. 

Back to TM

Don: Well, wishful thinking didn't work. 

Grilling

Pat: Oh ok, so step one -- start a grease fire.

Pink Panty Droppers

Scott: Charlie and I are making mixed drinks. We'll need a fifth of vodka, a six pack of tall boys -- preferably Keystone Light...

Jeny: Oh, you are on your f--king own!

Washing and Rigging

Isabel: Is there anything that needs doing?

Jeny: The JV Boys need babysitting. 

Isabel: Anything else?

Guys coxing girls

Tim: I've never known a woman to respond well to a man yelling at her. 

Regionals

Riley: I think I'm just not going to go.

Test Levels

Don: 100 g's?! Where on the airplane is this thing?
Mark: Coach.

Overhead Budget

Brad: Your plan wasn't doable in January.  Now it's impossible.

Everyone calls it The Junk and who am I to judge?

Kaitlin: Coby, who told you to do this workout -- Satan??

Drives me nuts.

Becky: I can only handle being around nice Christian women once a month.  

Hot Yoga

Jason: Some people in there are pretzels. And Then there's the 50 year old fat man. 

Sales Guys

Steve: Do we look like finance people?

Crew

Jeny: Boys are dumb.

Lizzy: But attractive!

Communicating Clearly

Tony: I understand why they wouldn't allow kicking here at work, but punching?  We need to bring that back.
Jen: I'd settle for a classic face slapping.
Tony:  Nothing says clear communication like a good ol' crack across the lippers.

Jellyfish Boss

Mark: He's the spine inside the jelly.

Misinterpretation

Adam: I was getting gas in Tacoma yesterday...

Pat: Did you eat too much broccoli?

Victim vs. Creator

Melody: I threw my rock out the window.
Pete: I hope it didn't hit anyone!
Melody: I was trying.
Charles: I was too far away.

Vacation

Mark: Yeah, gonna go watch my wife get excited about Kenny Chesney's butt!

Toolbox

Andy: My son is the King of Duct Tape.