Sweet Johnny
& Earl: They say in Camden County a crime is committed every seven minutes. Unfortunately for Joy, it had been 6 minutes and 57 seconds.
& Joy: The hell? This ain’t a bus.
& Joy: Oh, snap! My hand snapped!
& Randy: Have you heard that if you can tear the label off your beer in one piece it means you’re not a virgin? Willie the mailman was talking about it.
Earl: I hadn’t heard that. ... Guess it’s true.
Randy: What?! I’ve had sex, you stupid beer!
& Darnell: Baby, are these socks thicker than my regular socks? I feel taller. Where did you get a gun?
& Sheila: He hurt his brain so bad he can’t make new memories. {...} He never leaves the house. {...} I stayed with him for a couple of years, but he got hurt the summer that song La Vida Loca was big. If I heard him sing it one more time, I was going to drown him in the tub.
Earl: I know what that’s like. Randy got really into that song for a while. It’s the only time I ever spanked him.
& Randy: I’m not a virgin. Does sex not count with daytime hookers, illegal aliens, or 60-year-olds?
& Carolina: I don’t know why you just don’t skip him and go to another item. It’s not like you’re going to live long enough to actually finish that list anyway.
Randy: Wrong. Earl promised me he’d live forever.
& Sweet Johnny: It’s like 10 years of ass growth since yesterday.
& Randy: Oh, my God, I did it! The bottle says I’m not a virgin, I knew it!
& Earl: Is anybody dead?
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