The Gang Goes to Hell (2)

Mac:My thing, not a rape.

Charlie:Charlie's escalating panic about leaving Philadelphia leading to being 'stuck in a box on a sinking ship'

Mac:Life is just a series of events with no meaning or plan... we're tops, we're bottoms.

Dennis:I carry a little piece of onion around with me to elicit tears... in case someone needs me to feel something

Dennis:No, I'm taking a vacation from myself.

Frank:Four hours, six minutes.

Mac:Pro: We've cut our conflict resolution time in half. Four hours, that's good for us.

Mac:Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Dennis:You sound like a soccer hooligan.

Mac:When my dad was in solitary confinement, I used to write to him... He never wrote back, but if he did, he would've said, 'Son, you've got to keep your mind active. Also, I love you.'

Frank:Remind me who you are again?

Dee:I can't do Obama 'cause he's a black man and I'm a white woman. Can you give me a white woman?

Dennis:C.C.H. Pounder... Goddamn it, Dutch! What other errands do you have us running for the D.A.?

Frank:I just assumed she's a no-nonsense black broad from the precinct. That's exactly who she is.

Dee:Hey, yo, what up, son? What's up wit' Congress bein' all up in my ass and shit, brother?

Dee:Hey, yo, where my senators at, dawg?

Frank:Can I have a broad with me with big tits?

Mac:No, because that's gonna force us to imagine things that we don't want to imagine.

Mac:You're gonna start with, like, a big hunk of chicken. You know, like, boiled and skinless... And then, um, you're gonna want brown with the white, right? So, like, maybe, like, um, some, like, brown rice. No... no butter or-or seasoning

Blue is not a flavor.

How am I gonna taste blue?

Well, just imagine what blue tastes like.

It does... It just tastes like blue.

Frank:Mine's kind of tough. D-Did you overcook this?

Mac:No, I didn't cook it at all.

Frank:Spit it out! It's raw! You're gonna get sick!

Dennis:I'm not imagining your meal. No, I'm imagining a lovely coq au vin. Braised with lardons and mushrooms.

Charlie:She got her foot in my raw chicken! Get your hooker's foot out of my chicken, man!

Mac:I'm flipping the table! Smash! Crash! Oh! Now I'm breaking a plate! Boom! Smash!

Dennis:I hated that show, Stomp.

Frank:Ugh, I hate rhythm.

Dee:I thought we were all doing, like, a Stomp thing.

Dennis:That's not a water gun, man, that's a flare gun, which I'll hold onto for safekeeping.

Why?

Dennis:Well, because I'm the most responsible person.

Charlie:Charlie grabbing the flare gun and threatening everyone

Dennis:What about a human pyramid?

Dennis:All right, you and I will be the bottoms.

Mac:Why? 'Cause I'm gay?

Dennis:Not because you're gay, dumb-ass! Because we're the strongest.

Mac:I'll be a bottom now, but in real life, just to be clear, I'm gonna be a top.

Charlie:We're dead. We died... Maybe it happened weeks ago in the bar, in some sort of colossal and awesome event, I would imagine

Charlie shooting himself with the flare gun to 'prove' they're dead

Dee:Mac owns a Cowboys jersey... Of course it's Romo! Who else would it be?

Mac:You don't think he deserves to be MVP?! He's constantly overlooked! You are a traitor!

Dennis:How many Super Bowls have the Birds won?

Charlie changes Frank's prescription on his glasses to keep Frank dependent on him.

Dennis:ripped up all the letters that your dad wrote from prison... your dad was probably gonna come to our house and, like, try to kill us or eat our butts.

Dennis:He never once said that he loved you. He just mostly wanted you to send him, like, pornographic magazines and put drugs in your butt hole.

Dennis:Dennis fake crying with an onion, being caught by everyone

Frank:I was at Chappaquiddick. The girl, Teddy Kennedy, the bridge, the car... I played a major role.

Mac:For me, that's Romo connecting with Dez Bryant.

Dennis:Oh, stop it! You traitor! You son of a bitch!

Amazing grace, how sweet the sauce...

It's not 'sauce.'

Charlie:Amazing grace, how sweet the sauce...

Mac:Sauce?

Mac:It's not 'sauce.' Look, you gotta get the words right, otherwise Jesus is gonna know we're trying to trick him.

Mac:There is no God.

Dennis:Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi! Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Dennis:Sis... I love you.

Dee:Whatever.

Mac:God answered my prayers and saved us. That means that there is, of course, a God, and if there is a God, then in his infinite wisdom, there's no way he would have made me queer. So I'm-I'm straight.

Mac:God answered my prayers and saved us. That means that there is, of course, a God, and if there is a God, then in his infinite wisdom, there's no way he would have made me queer.

Dennis:You're not a cop?

Insurance Investigator:Cop? No, I'm an insurance adjustor... Well, you might have gotten a payout, had you not just admitted to breaking several laws.

Insurance Investigator:In the insurance biz, that is what we call 'an act of God.'

Mac:Well, God is great.