Chauffeur: [spoiled rich kid Charles arrives at camp in a limousine] Get out.

Charles: Announce me.

Chauffeur: I will not!

Charles: [in a bratty tone] I'll tell my father.

Chauffeur: [in a loud voice] Sir Charles Winthrop, the Turd.

Charles: THIRD, moron. Aaaaagh.

Josh: ...And I'm thinking I may have herniated a disc too. Would you believe I have a sebaceous epidermal pore?

Morgan Roberts: A what?

Josh: You know; a pimple.

Charles: [obiter dictum] Nice zit.