Lina: Thank you.
Kripke: Oh, you're very welcome. [they hug]
Xena: Mm. [giggles] So happy.
Kripke: Oh. We aim to pwease. [to Lumpa] Hey. [chuckles] Nice work in there.
Lumpa: You too.
Kripke: [to Karni] And you... [chuckles] You are getting a... a hand-written thank-you note. Come on. [they hug] [grunts] I could kill for a protein shake.

Denise: But if there are infinite universes, maybe there's one where the English language evolved entirely on its own.
Stuart: Without an England?

Denise: Excuse me.
Droppings Reader: Yes?
Denise: Is that shit?
Droppings Reader: Yes. Bear.
Denise: Mm-hmm. [to Stuart] You want to take a crack at this?
Stuart: Why?
Droppings Reader: Don't people in Pasadena look for signs and omens in animal droppings?
Stuart: There's probably someone.

Denise: Wait, you find messages in bear shit?
Droppings Reader: Oh, yes. When will the rains come? Will our women be fertile?
Stuart: Of course. Primitive cultures, signs in animal droppings. Mind if I jump in?
Denise: What are you doing?
Stuart: If we're gonna receive a message in this universe, maybe this is how.
Denise: In shit?
Stuart: I don't make the rules, Denise. Now, you wanna help me, or you wanna stand there looking disgusted?
Denise: Oh, disgusted, no question.

Stuart: You need to see this.
Denise: Oh, wow. "Use red quartz." But where are we gonna find that?
Stuart: No idea.
Denise: Maybe in rabbit shit?

Simpa: Chana?
Chana: Oh, hi, Simpa.
Bert: Not a good time, dude.
Simpa: You did not come to the hut for lovemaking last night.
Chana: Oh, yes. I am monogamous now.
Simpa: What is "monogamous"?
Chana: I only have lovemaking with Bert.
Bert: [chuckles] Yeah, she does.
Simpa: I do not like monogamous.
Bert: It's got its pros and cons, but can we talk about it later?
Simpa: I do not like it. At all.

Denise: Where are we gonna find red quartz?
Stuart: No idea. Luckily, we know a geologist.
Denise: Oh, right, Bert. You gonna tell him you pawed through bear shit to find a message?
Stuart: Nope.
Denise: Can I?
Stuart: Nope.

Stuart: Bert... [sighs] ...I need to ask you a geology question.
Bert: Is it how many times can a geologist have sex in a 24-hour period? 'Cause the answer's two.

Stuart: Hey, uh... can I have that necklace?
Gavel: No. Mine.
Stuart: What happened to share everything?
Gavel: Mine. We're not commies.
Stuart: Kripke.

Kripke: Why don't you just steaw it?
Stuart: You see the size of that guy?
Kripke: So what? These people don't hit. They don't fight. It's like you had a TV show called Land of the Pussies.
Denise: You're horrible.
Kripke: You know what I say to that, Denise? I say... [bubbling fart] Was that cwear enough, or should I wepeat myself?

Denise: What took you so long?
Stuart: I don't want to talk about it.
Gavel: [grabs necklace] Mine.
Stuart: Now what?
Denise: I don't know. Maybe your pile of shit has a plan B.

Simpa: Mine.
[Simpa picks up Chana and carries her away]
Bert: Huh? [yelps] No, wait. Come back! No! No!
Kripke: Forget it, Bert. It's Chana-Town. Get it?

Bert: I was happy there. It was paradise.
Denise: Yeah.
Stuart: So is Pasadena, during the week when Old Town isn't crowded.

Stuart: Mm. Everything's so fresh. It's like living in the produce section of Whole Foods.

Chana: You are beautiful to look at.
Bert: Me?
Chana: Has no one ever told you this before?
Bert: My mom. But she said it was an inner beauty.
Chana: Would you like to share my bed tonight?
Bert: [chokes, coughs] Yes, please.

Chana: Did you enjoy our sex last night?
Bert: [chuckles] It was great. Also, I love you.
Chana: Then I love you.
Simpa: Chana, would you like to share my bed tonight?
Chana: Sure.
Bert: What the fuck?

Droppings Reader: Looks like nothing for me today. [pats Stuart on the back] Good luck.
Stuart: That's probably not coming out.

Stuart: Kripke, without that red quartz, we're never getting out of here.
Denise: Oh, tell him where you got the message.
Stuart: Would you please?

Kripke: [chuckles] Oh! What got into these guys?

Bert: This is not the wedding I dreamed of.