Jan: You can't have a gun on stage!
Russo: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that's the rule of Chekhov's Gun: have a gun. And now that it's been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.
Russo: Guess what I'm about to get!
Jan: On my nerves.
Jan: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here's a throwback to when Russo ate an entire tube of lipstick.
Russo, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can't eat it?!
Jan: What are you planning to do?
Russo: Hey, now. "Planning"?! Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!
Russo: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court:
Russo: Jan, what the actual FUCK?
Jan: We need a plan to beat them.
Russo: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.
Jan:
Russo: Judge me all you want, I get results.
Russo: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?
Jan: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!
Russo: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!
Russo: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Jan, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
Russo: I can't imagine what Jan is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.
Russo: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat.
Jan: I don't usually eat with losers.
Russo: Neither do I but I asked you, didn't I?
Jan: I'm serious! They're watching me! They've even got an agent following me! Don't you believe me?
Russo: Look, it's not that I don't believe you... It's that I don't believe you and I don't care.
Jan, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots.
Russo, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.
Russo: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?
Jan: ...What???
Ok i know this is short but i'm on a cruise soooo
