Kid at Lake: "Hey, your sail is limp, like your dick!"
Tommy: "Watch your language in front of the lady, punk! Jeez. You were saying..."
Kid at Lake: "Hey Gilligan, did you eat the Skipper?"
Tommy: "You better pray to the god of skinny punks that this wind doesn't pick up. 'Cause I'll come over there and jam an oar up your ass!"
Kids at Lake: "Ooh."
Tommy: "Jeepers creepers. Those guys keep interrupting us. I'm sorry about that. You were saying about the um..."
Kid at Lake: "Hey, lady, look out. There's a fat whale on your boat."
Kid at Lake: "Yeah, Free willy!"
Michelle: "Listen up, you little spazoids! I know where you live' and I've seen where you sleep. I swear to everything holy that your mothers will cry when they see what I've done to you."