Mary Pat: That is so great! I'm Mary Pat. I just started today. Group hug!
The Devil: They called him Jimbo. Jimbo the dancing monkey. Anytime I felt a bit blue, I'd come and watch Jimbo dance. He was even taught to pick pockets. So multi-talented.
Sam: I hate you.
The Devil: I know. Dance, monkey, dance!
Andi: She’s sweet. In a Chucky Cheesy creepy animatronic kind of way.
Sam: Maybe she really was protected by a fairy.
Steve: Now, Sam. A fairy?
Steve: Do I look like a fairy to you? Whoop, don't answer that.
Sam: Ummm, what contest should I do?
Steve: That depends on you, Sam. I mean it's, it's, whatever you're good at.
Sam: Yeah, what I'm... good at.
Steve: Sam? Sam? Come on, Sam. Everybody's good at something. You are... in shape. Sports?
Sam: No, terrible.
Steve: Okay, math.
Sam: Even worse.
Steve: Moving on to the arts. Pictionary.
Sam: Never played it. Sounds too much like "dictionary."
Sock: The point is, Benjamin, I invented it.
Ben: No, no you didn't.
Sock: Yes I did.
Ben: Oh my God. Dudes have been doing sex moves for like a thousand years.
Ben: There is literally nothing that hasn't been done.
Sock: Except this. The Shark Attack, it's mine!
Sam: Whoa, whoa. What's the next move?
Ben: Sock thinks he invented the Shark Attack.
Sock: The Shark Attack, yeah. All right, basically, it's like in Jaws when all you see is the fin. So what happens, this lady lies on the bed, naked, preferably. Dude does a crab walk around the foot of the bed so all she can see is his shark fin. You dig?
Sam: Yeah. Have you done the shark thing?
Sock: Every time I've had sex.
Ben: Lies. I can tell you that Egyptian pharaohs used to do it like twice a week, okay? and they probably only called it Dinosaur Attack or something.
Sock: Is that what they called it?
Ben: It's been done.
Sock: Oh, The Mastodon? Is that what they called it? You and your crazy ideas. You can't even back that up.
The Devil: You know what they say about the word "assume." It makes an ass out of you and, on occasion, me.
Andi: Gladys, I need a favor.
Gladys: I'm not making out with you. All right, I'll make out with you.
Sock: Oh, her magic is strong! But my Caddy is stronger!
Andi: So... let's just take a survey who had the worst week. I lost my soul to the Devil. Top that.
Sam: An angel broke my hand in six places, which evidently means Heaven hates me, and the Devil still owns me.
Sock: Okay, let's recap the Sock. I got frog-roofied. My mouth tastes like sand. My mind is melting. I tasted music, and it tasted like garbage.
Ben: I had a pretty good week. What? Sock saved my girlfriend from going back to Hell.
Ben: Thank you.
Sock: I really hate your grandmother.
Ben: I know.
Andi: The Devil owns both of our souls.
Steve: Heaven works in mysterious ways, Andi. You've got to believe.
Andi: Believe what?
Steve: That you are not alone.