Joe: Vicki's making eyes at you man. Go talk to her. She's so into it.
Biaggio: There's no point in me talking to her anyways.
Joe: Why not?
Biaggio: Joe, I'm gay.
Joe: Are you sure?
Biaggio: Yes, my lungs fill up every time the seasons change.
Joe: That's not being gay, Biaggio.
Joe: Pretty sure that's Cystic Fibrosis.
Frank: You're right, it's a classic kidnapping. They took our children and the canned goods and pasta.
Frank: My question for you, Gary, is: How do you want me to eat these with my normal human mouth? Do you want me to unhinge my jaw like an anaconda? Should I put this in my belly and lay out in the sun for two months, digesting it?
Frank: Yes, I experienced a childhood on the planet Earth. I've heard the story of the boy who cried wolf.
Rookie Cop: Ah, sarcasm. The poor man's wit.
Biaggio: I don't really see myself as having a gender.
Frank: Silence, land trunt.