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The Toy Soldiers

Wilson: You're asking me to put my life on hold, because you want to hide.

Jack Harris: Now that that's done, what can you say about me that's not already known?

Steve: So, is this where the guys come to do things with you?

Layla: Ever feel like some people can't swear because they sound like an ass?

Steve: I can't wiggle it when I piss sometimes.

Sean: I knew I'd find you here dog - like your own little Hooker Avenue.

Elliot Harris: We're not going to relive all of those years in one evening. We should just deal with the fact that after tonight, everything is going to change.

Elliot Harris: I'm an adult, so nobody owns me, you know?
Angel: Do you like him?
Elliot Harris: Who?
Angel: Did I stutter?

Elliot Harris: You make me uncomfortable.
Angel: Why?
Elliot Harris: Cuz.

Elliot Harris: You're putting your fingers in the wrong holes.
Angel: Oh... really?

Mary Harris: He's right, I did fail. But it's not about talent. It's about luck.

Mary Harris: You did well for yourself, little prick. Like a little prick would.

Layla: Hoods in school call me a dog. I'm okay with being a dog.

Harold Beaver: You know why I like you, Layla? You remind me of my mom.

Clyde Harris: You're my best friend, Mary. You're my only friend.

Layla: Thanks for the meow ears.

Steve: Layla is here with me, and I don't have to toss chickens on the ground to have her stay with my non-athletic asshole!

Steve: I don't have hot wheels.
Layla: Me neither.

Cricket: I love you for who you are, not what you think you should be.

Jason: I'd like to suck on them while I play Kong!

Jason: You must have been jerking like his little bro.

Elliot Harris: She's so neat.
Jason: She has her eyes set on that juiced dude. Want me to get the 411?

Elliot Harris: She's my ma, man!
Jason: Your mom is a loser, Elliot. It's bunk but true.

Jason: Next thing, you're going to be putting on skates like all of the other sissies.

Elliot Harris: Anyone ever tell you, you look like Molly Ringwald?
Angel: Who's that?

Clyde Harris: I'd die without you, Mary. I'd die without you.

Mary Harris: Come on, Mary. Get it together. Do it for your babies.

Harold Beaver: Roses are red, and red means sex, marriage, F#*%!

Sean: That is one fugly looking tux there, Peeve. You look like a Smurf.

Sean: I heard from the dingleberry that your dick broke, Peeve?

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