“It all comes down to this roll. Roy Munson, a man-child, with a dream to topple bowling giant Ernie McCracken. If he strikes, he's the 1979 Odor-Eaters Champion. He's got one foot in the frying pan and one in the pressure cooker. Believe me, as a bowler, I know that right about now, your bladder feels like an overstuffed vacuum cleaner bag and your butt is kinda like an about-to-explode bratwurst.” “Hey, do you mind? I wasn't talking when you were bowling!” “Was I talking out loud? Was I? Sorry. Good luck.”
"Like, everyone in here is twelve years old...haha." "Oooh! Am I too old to be here?" "What?" "Am I too old to be here?" "NO! Of course not." "Does it look weird that I'm here?" "No, not at all." "Am I higher than these little bitches?" "Yes! You look amazing!" "Guys in here will talk to me, right?" "Yes." "That's weird to say but it makes me feel better." "You look HOT!" "Ok, I believe you."