[flashback:]
Jason: And if you can't promise me that you'll give this dance crew everything that you've got, then you can walk out that door. Right now.
Donkey Doug: Yeah, okay. I'm out.
Jason: What? Come on, Donkey Doug. After all we've been through?
Donkey Doug: Listen, you know you're my boy, but this sounds like a lot of work. Good luck.
Both: [shake hands] Pew, pew.
Donkey Doug: Donkey Doug out!
Li'l Peanut: Damn, that's a tough blow. But now that those guys are no longer members of our crew, we can legally rob their houses.
Jason: No, Little Peanut. We're going to do this the right way. No more crime, and if you don't like that, you can walk out that door. Right now. [a large number of people walk out] What? Co... Oh, come on... We still got like 35 people, so let's get to work.

Gatorbait: In the six-year history of this competition, no crew has ever received a perfect score from our judges. That changed tonight. But before we get to that, Dance Dance Resolution has been disqualified.
Jason: What? No, why?
Gatorbait: Because you have 40 people onstage. The limit is eight. Also, one of your members tried to carjack me on my way in here.
Jason: No, that was Donkey Doug, and he's not a part of our crew anymore. We win! We win!
All: We win, we win, we win!
Gatorbait: No, again, you are disqualified.

Jason: Okay, well, we're out of rent money. So remember that thing I said about no more crime? That's over now. Go do crime.

Police Officer: Yep, he just confessed to the robbery.
Jason: Damn it!
Police Officer: That was easy.
Jason: Look, please let me go. I only did it to pay rent for my dance crew's rehearsal space.
Police Officer: Oh, well then, you're in luck. We only arrest people for robbery if they don't have a reason.

Pillboi: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out.
Jason: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my one phone call to prank the police department. Man, a year ago, I almost died, and I'm exactly the same as I was before. A failure.
Pillboi: You're not a failure. You're a dreamer. Look, I like my job at the old folk's home. Those old biddies are sweet, and sometimes they give me what they think are candy but are really loose Vicodin. But when I'm with you, I feel like the sky's the limit. I feel like someday, I'll be able to buy my own Vicodin. And it'll never turn out to actually be laxatives.
Jason: Thanks, dog, but if my life ended today, what would my legacy be? Sure, I did a wheelie on a dirt bike through an entire Waffle House, and I was once interviewed on the news for finding a foot on the beach. But yo, other than that, I have no truly great accomplishments.
Pillboi: Bro. I'm only saying this because I love you. Do you want a Vicodin right now?

Michael: Well, that is the last time I'll need to head back down there. So to thank you for your help, I brought you back something from Earth. A little token of my appreciation. It keeps your antimatter warmer for longer.
The Doorman: It's a frog.
Michael: Yeah.
The Doorman: There's a frog on it!
Michael: Yeah.
The Doorman: Right there, it's a frog! Oh, man, it's green. It's classic. Oh, this guy's a jumper. You can tell. Thank you!
Michael: You're welcome. Wow, that really went over big!

Janet: How's Jason? Is he still cute?
Michael: Oh, he looks about the same.
Janet: That sounds cute.

Judge: We can watch together. I can whip up some nachos.
Janet: I am incapable of eating, so.
Judge: Suit yourselves. Party poopers.
Michael: Ah, party poopers!
Judge: I guess it'll just be me and Mark, then.
Michael: Naughty, naughty.