Russo: If looking good was a crime, you'd be a law abiding citizen.
Russo: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...
Dj: I just wanna fucking marry Sabrina!!
Dj: Where are my fucking keys?
Russo: Dj, my kids are around, can you say it a little nicer?
Dj: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
Dj: Please pray for Russo.
Sabrina: What happened to them?
Dj: Nothing, they're just very stupid.
Dj: The results are in, I'm afraid you have updog...
Russo: What's updog?
Dj: Sabrina! Get in here, I told you I could do it!
Dj: Do you think different paints have different tastes?
Russo: They do.
Sabrina: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?
Dj: Sabrina has no idea I'm high.
Sabrina: You're high?
Dj: Oh, I'm sorry.
Dj, leaning over to Russo: Sabrina has no idea I'm high.
Russo: Bet you can't eat 15 crayons!
Dj: Bet you I can!
Sabrina: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*