- Chode Jr.: Look, you can all stop pretending you want me here. I'll just go to my room.
- Chode: Why, that's nonsense! You don't even have a room.
- Chode Jr.: Yo cous', what's up?
- Whip: You can drop the act. I knew there was something off as soon as I saw you and your momma swapping saliva. And unless your name is Oedipus, that was some sick shit.
- Whip: [to Chode Jr] Ah, you think I'm afraid of you? I eat little turds like you for breakfast.
- Chode Jr.: No wonder your breath smells like crap!
- Chode: [banging on the wall because Whip and Chode Jr. are fighting on the other side] Ok, you two, don't make me come down there! Aargh, I guess I'll have to, I sure ain't gonna come down here.