Cach (to brother): How ghetto are you?
Brother (spelling): G-e-t-t-o

Crackhead Mother: Use drugs. That's my motto. Use drugs.

Sister: Mom, I teach middle school. Of course I know what a dime bag is.

Cach (to Crackhead Mother): Hey, crazy lady.
Crackhead: I'm not crazy!
Cach: Then why do you have a CD called 'Paranoia' sitting in your lap?

Crackhead: So, you didn't hear the conversation, but neither John nor Bev knew what a bong was.

Brother: I had gum on one shoe and poop on the other.

Crackhead: What was that one movie? The one that Kirk Douglas was in?

Beeki: It's distortioned... distort... it has distortion.

Crackhead: It's supposed to be Mr. Poop, not Mr. Poo.

Cach (to Sister): What'd you get from Gap Kids?
Sister: A gift card... which is the only thing that would fit me from Gap Kids.

Beeki (to Crackhead): We forgot to sing our song!
Crackhead: Oh yeah. Yum, yum, yum... I mean fum, fum, fum.

Beeki: He's like the oldest gay man I've ever seen... well, except for Ian McKellen.

Crackhead: Is he the Christmas poo or the birthday poo?

Sister (to Crackhead): I'm not coming back to stay with you. Not if you keep licking me.