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| - Howard: And how is this gonna get us seats in the cool section? Randy: Okay, trust me, Howard. We go in there like, "Boom!" And they're all like, "Oh no, you di-ant!" And we're like, "Oh, yes we did!" Howard: Whatever, let's just do it. This stuffs makin' my butt itch. (scratched his butt) Randy: What up, Norrisville Hiiiiiiiiiiigh! Bash: DORKS! Randy: Aw, man. He's talkin' about us. Randy: I don't get it. The incredible displaves spobes spirit was supposed to get us into the fish cave. Randy: Only the Cool-ele-cool gets to sit there. No freshments is ever gotten in. Randy: Nice try, Doug.
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| - Howard: And how is this gonna get us seats in the cool section? Randy: Okay, trust me, Howard. We go in there like, "Boom!" And they're all like, "Oh no, you di-ant!" And we're like, "Oh, yes we did!" Howard: Whatever, let's just do it. This stuffs makin' my butt itch. (scratched his butt) Randy: What up, Norrisville Hiiiiiiiiiiigh! Bash: DORKS! Randy: Aw, man. He's talkin' about us. Randy: I don't get it. The incredible displaves spobes spirit was supposed to get us into the fish cave. Randy: Only the Cool-ele-cool gets to sit there. No freshments is ever gotten in. Randy: Nice try, Doug. Howard: Heh, hey, at least we're not sittin' with the marching band. That section's gotta slash, so. Flute Girl: Bucky, there's no triangle solo in this song, or any song. Crowds: (booing at the marching band) Band Instructor: Bucky! What did I tell you about show bo-- Band Instructor: Hensletter! Your triangle's writin' checks, your dinger can't cash! Your bench still further noticed! Bucky: But, the triangle's my life! Band Instructor: Put your dinger in my hand, son. Bucky: (hands the dinger to her) You can take my dinger, but you'll never take my...BACKUP DINGER!! Howard: Heh-ho! Sad drombone. Randy: Ultimate band burn.
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