The Gang Dances Their Asses Off

Dude, I'm not gonna read this bullshit. Just get me a Coors.

I do not want to start acting like a business because that sounds boring as shit.

Too volatile. Bullshit! That is bullshit!

Too much lip and very sassy. Sassy? That doesn't make sense. Like right now. You just don't know when to shut up.

Oh, yeah, yeah. That would be a good idea, except it's not a dance contest. It's a dance marathon.

I put the bar under the 'Pride' section... things that you're proud of. It's a 'Z,' Charlie! Prize!

Your illiteracy has screwed us again, Charlie! Your illiteracy is screwing us!

Does this make Charlie number five and I'm number four? Because in light of this new information...

We're gonna dance our asses off!

Eighth grade dance competition. I won to this song.

We're not gonna win the bar back with some dance you did in 1989.

Rickety Cricket. I suppose you're here to win the bar because we ruined your life.

The latest leg brace technology courtesy of the great state of Pennsylvania.

He's got, like, a liquid hydraulic cooling system going on with that thing. That's cheating, dude.

It's exactly like an exoskeleton!

We should kick him in the dick!

Talk about a ball and chain. I'm going through a messy divorce.

My legs! The technology failed me! He's fallen and he can't get up!

Don't be afraid to get 'sextra' close. Osmond close on Q 102.

You've never seen me wash my testicles, but that doesn't mean I don't do it every Friday.

That's glitter. I tried to make myself look a little fancy for this dance competition.

Because you're the best at scheming. We need you on the outside running things. Take a knee.

We did just screw him over to kick him out of the contest, right? Absolutely, yeah. What?

And by the way, Frank, when we get the bar back, you're ranked last!

And by the way, Frank, when we get the bar back, you're ranked last!

I'll tire her out with my awesome movements.

Oh, this is great, Dee. I mean, this is so restful. I'm really building up my reserves for later, you know?

Just stick your knee into my groin, just like that. Grind your hips and pulse your thighs.

The Rococo Bang.

The Rococo Bang. Oh, that's funny. Isn't it?

All right now, Gloria, for this next part you're gonna want to grip my buttocks.

I'm glad you're over it, because he's definitely gonna bang her.

And I will stalk the streets and live in the shadows of the night until the streets of Philadelphia run red with their blood!

I've been working so hard for so many years. The cream always rises to the top.

Nervous that you're gonna be ranked number one when this whole thing goes down. You think so? Absolutely!

And you're, like, made of cream, and your cream is all over his face, man.

'Engaged.' That's just a word. It doesn't mean anything.

Now, you're not nearly as beautiful as she is, but I can use my imagination.

You dropped me on purpose, asshole!

My goodness! What happened? You lost your grip? You dropped me on purpose, asshole!

We're making brownies. The drug filled kind. Shut up, Cricket!

They're filled with sedatives. You want to help me distribute them? I'll make you my number two.

The only way you're gonna be able to land Dennis is by making him feel he's lower on your list than a disgusting, filthy homeless guy.

Looks like a shit ball. No! That's an energy bar!

Don't eat it, Dee! It's filled with cough medicine. I love you!

You are in cahoots with those guys? I'm not in cahoots with anybody! You've been cahooting with them! I have not been cahooting!

Engaged is just a word. It doesn't have any meaning. No, it's a very serious word.

The cream always rises to the top. And I'm about to show you the white-hot cream of an eighth-grade boy.

It was like a ballet. How did he remember that choreography? It was 20 years ago.

Not only did I get Charlie to eat a drug filled brownie... I got everybody in here to do it.

There is enough cough medicine in there to kill a gorilla. Bro, I can handle my sedatives.

Karate... snow machine... chop set... What's with the chopping? I'm chopping all over my action. And mostly power.

Don't worry about it. I got an inside horse... Larry. That's my inside horse.

I have a shattered kneecap! Dee, we can start again. Right? Never talk to me again, you goddamn street rat!

At least you're not ranked last anymore. Who's last now? Charlie. That kid really needs to learn how to read.