The Gang Goes Bowling

Dennis:A delivery of chili cheese fries? They'll be mush by the time they get here. No way.

Mac:Well, finesse isn't really my style, Charlie. I like to dominate the table into submission.

Dennis:looking like Carmen Sandiego

Visual gag: Dee reveals bowling shirt under coat after dramatic buildup

As if. As if, Dee. As if. As if. As if, Dee. As if.

Dennis:My ding-dong wasn't even in my hand. I mean, what do you...

Mac:Mine was.

Charlie:Yeah, so was mine.

Mac:Yeah, I was scratching mine when she said that.

Charlie:I-I had my hands fully down my pants, if I'm being honest. I had to push it to the left.

Dee:Oh, hello, ladies. You ready to roll?

Waitress:It's just that our fourth didn't show up and literally no one else was free on a Friday night.

Snail:I sucked off a rando in the parking lot. Ugh, my mouth hurts.

Waitress:Frige-it Bitches

Dee:Or perhaps I should let my balls do the talking.

Dennis:Vaginas and penises together again.

Charlie:He did one, so I thought we were doing... Okay.

Liam:Ryan's got the forearms of an elephant wrangler. He could have been pro. I could have been. If not for my tragic accident.

The story is too horrible for words, so don't ask me...

combining them is strictly prohibited... The story is too terrible to tell.

Hanging Monster Dong Lucky Strike Chili Cheese Fryers

Charlie:It's too many ideas, man. I told you it was stupid. I-I knew they were gonna make fun of us and they did make fun of us.

Dennis:Now, I'm no fan of women's sports. Who is? Yeah, they're not very popular. Nobody is. Nobody watches... Especially women. Women don't even like women's sports.

Mac:Stride, stride, stride, execute.

Snail:Ooh, my cooter's on fire for Mac.

Dee:Your cooter is most likely on fire from a yeast infection. Go in the bathroom, rinse it out and be better next time.

Artemis:My character can. Me, I can't bowl for shit.

Frank:Frank celebrates getting a strike by slowly crawling under pins

Artemis:A quickie. Quickie it is. My character is also a giant whore, which is what attracted me to the role in the first place, so...

Charlie:Hey, Tyrone, do not take my spot! Do not take my spot at the air hockey table.

Charlie:By the way, your hair looks great.

Waitress:Charlie, shut up, I'm trying to focus.

Charlie:Did you, like, change your hair or something?

Gutter ball.

Gutter ball.

Dennis:Besides your physical limitations, if given the opportunity to either work together as a team or tear each other apart, you will always choose the latter. Because women are devious and destructive and will always default to using their insidious venom on the most sought-after victim of all... each other.

Dee:Because... they're stupid.

Dennis:Don't-don't do it. Don't do it. Just play your game.

Mac:Can I just spin one? I don't care... Let me spin one.

Dennis:You don't need to spin it. You just play your game and we're gonna win. Okay? Do not spin it. Do not do it.

Mac:Okay, fine. I won't, I won't spin it. I won't.

Mac:Stride, stride, stride, spin!

Charlie:Hey, Tyrone, double or nothing! 'Cause there's no way you're beating me two out of three, dude!

Artemis:In the third act of my play, Donna rolls a gutter ball in the big match against her rival high school.

Waitress:She's a terrible person. She's a bitch and she's ugly and I didn't want her on the team. And she's gross. Sure, and she's gross. But you know what? You're even worse.

Dennis:I summon the very fact that I am a man!

Dennis:I've broken every single bone in my hand. I cannot bowl. There's nothing solid left in there. It's just bloody soup and bone broth.

Ryan:It pinched it really bad. I had a nasty bruise for a week.

Dennis:Oh, hi, Dee. I'm in here, too. Gutter ball.

Frank:Oh, hi, Dee. I'm in here, too. Gutter ball.

Frank's having a threesome in the bathroom with Gail and Artemis, and, um, yeah, I think the guys went to the Sixers game.

Waitress:Um... yeah, honestly? I don't give a shit about women's sports.