Frohike: I say we fire his ass (Jimmy)
Frohike: (to Jimmy) You are so fired
Jimmy: Nazi's. I hate those guys
Frohike: I don't care how old she is. That woman is dangerous
(about tattoo)
Langley: It appears to be . . .
Jimmy: on her butt!
Frohike: No freakin' way
Frohike: Prepare, to be mooned
Langley: You're in. Now pants her!
Byers: What's that?
Langley: Nothing. . .as in nothing in my stomach
Langley: My god old people get up early
Byers: Frohike?
Langley: Hey man, where's your tuba?
Jimmy: (extends his arms) We make a hell of a team huh?
Frohike: We don't hug