- Benson: Who would've thought that a mandatory team building activity would get us to the championship.
- Mordecai: Thanks to my power hook.
- Benson: No way! Thanks to my atomic fireball!
- Benson: And because of my backup ball.
- Benson: [laughs; re: Skips] Who are we kidding? Our team would suck without this guy.
- Mordecai: Yeah-yuh! With Skips, we got the Magical Elements beat.
- Benson: To Skips, the only reason we're gonna win.
- Skips: [getting up and leaving] Alright guys, I'll be back.
- Pizza Guy: [serving pizza] Ok, we got a carnivore deluxe here.
- Rigby: Oh yeah, yeah!
- Benson: Finally!
- Benson: [banging on Skips' door; frantic] Skips! Skips!
- Pops: [pointing] Look, it's a note!
- Benson: [reading note after picking it up] "Dear, Park Strikers. Something from my past has come back to me to haunt me, and I'm rethinking my life. I'm going--"
- Skips: [voice-over on note] --to where the road takes me now. You might not see me for awhile. Sorry for letting you down.
- Benson: [reading note] "Your friend, Skips".
- Rigby: What do we do now?
- Benson: There's only one thing we can do! Kiss our souls goodbye.
- Benson: Man, Skips is on fire tonight. Another perfect game.
- Mordecai: We going to the championship, baby!
- Rocker Dude: [angry at losing] You guys wouldn't be so great if it wasn't for Skips.
- Mordecai: Well, we can't help that he's just plain awesome, right Skips?
- Skips: Hey, that's just how I roll.
- Benson, Mordecai, Rigby: Ooooooooh!
- Benson: [trying to make things better] So, we're all feeling a bit abandoned. Do you know what would help? Some tunes.
- Mordecai: You bet our souls for a ball?
- Rigby: [punched in the arm] Ow! But it had souls in it!
- Rigby: [punched in the arm again] Aaaah! I'm sorry. With Skips on our team, we were guaranteed to win! But after he quit, I was too embarrassed to tell you about the bet. But hey, now you know, right?
- Rigby: [punched in the arm one more time] OWWWW!
- Mordecai: We gotta get Skips back.
- Benson: [re: bowling trophy] There she is guys. Isn't she a beaut?
- Rigby: [mesmerized] I want that beaut.
- Benson: So who are we up against?
- Mordecai: Some team called the Magical Elements.
- Rigby: [unintimidated] The Magical Elements. Hm, hm. More like the Magical Loser-ments.
- Death: [offscreen; offended] What did you say about us?
- Death: So, you blokes must be the Park Strikers. If you ask me, you're in for quite a beatdown.
- Head Baby: Yes, our team has stood undefeated for thousands of years. No mortal stands a chance against the Magical Elements.
- Gary: Shouldn't be a problem, these guys are out of their element for even being here.
- Rigby: No, you're out of your element. You and your lame matching uniforms. I bet those aren't even...
- Bowling Manager: [catching Gary making Rigby's mouth disappear] Hey, what did I tell you guys about using magic? Do you want to be in this league, well then no magic stuff alright?
- Death: No matter. Magic or not, we're still gonna beat you chumps.
- Skips: Well, that's just your opinion, Death.
- Death: No, it's a fact! Get used to it!
- Rigby: Get used to this: we're gonna rub those trophies in your face, right after we rub these bowling bags in your face!
- Benson, Rigby, Mordecai: Ooooooooh!
- Skips: [hearing familiar laughter] I know it's you, Death.
- Death: Ello, Skips.
- Skips: What do you want? I gotta get back to dinner with my friends.
- Death: Aw, yes. Friends. Tell me, Skips, these "friends", they idolize you yeah?
- Skips: Nah nah, it's respect.
- Death: They wouldn't respect the Skips I know.
- Skips: What are you talking about?
- Death: You know that I know that you've been lying to them for a long time. We wouldn't want our little secret to come out now would we?
- Skips: Death, that's not who I am anymore. If that secret came out, it could ruin me.
- Death: Yeah, I guess it could. Sit the game out and I won't tell. Think it over.
- Skips: First on the agenda is trophy talk. Who gets the trophy on what day. I think the schedule is more than fair.
- Benson: [seeing Skips walking into the living room; pleased] Oh, perfect timing.
- Skips: Look, I've got something to say.
- Skips: [puts his folded bowling shirt on the table] I can't play in the tournament.
- Benson: [confused] What?
- Mordecai: [shocked] Why?
- Skips: I... I just can't. Sorry.
- Benson: Ok. Next on the agenda: losing and how to deal with it because we're gonna lose.
- Mordecai: I'm cool with forfeiting.
- Rigby: No! We can't!
- Skips: It's just a trophy.
- Rigby: That trophy is more than just a trophy. We can't let Death win. Skips isn't the team. We are. The past, that was Skip's time. Skip's time. Now, it's our time, our time! Sure, this is a setback. But that just means we got to train harder!
- Rigby: Are we gonna win that trophy?
- Benson, Mordecai: Yeah!
- Rigby: Are we gonna wipe that smug look off of Death's face?
- Benson, Mordecai: Yeah!
- Benson: Ok, who are we gonna get to replace Skips?
- Pops: [knocking only one pin down] Yay! One pin, one pin!
- Death: Well, if it isn't the Park Strikers. Hey, what happened to Skips? Oh, that's not Skips. Just some bloke with a fat head. Oh, Rigby, don't forget about our little wager. Good day, gents.
- Mordecai: Rigby, what is he talking about?
- Rigby: [guilty of something] Uh...
- Rigby: Ah, man. I forgot my bowling towel.
- Rigby: [seeing the Magical Elements after grabbing his bowling towel] You know, you guys shouldn't even show up tomorrow. There's no way you're gonna win.
- Head Baby: [restrained] Oh, let me at him! Let me at him!
- Death: [to Reginald] Calm down! Calm down! I got this.
- Death: [to Rigby] You seem pretty sure of yourself. How about a wager: your team's souls for these souls.
- Rigby: [enthralled] Whoaaaaa. Soul ball! I can rub that in so many people's faces.
- Rigby: [shaking Death's hand] Deal!