Khadijah: (to Regine) Y'all going to that performance art thing where somebody stands in a vat of beef gravy and reads Moby Dick?
Keith: These are mostly nudes.
Synclaire: Ah, life renderings. Capturing the human spirit. Whoa! Look at the ta-ta's on this one!
Max: Oh...oh yes. I think I know this brother. I think I know him.
Khadijah: Max, you can only see this guy from the waist down.
Max: That's pretty much how the date went.
Max: Sign me up as your next nude model. I vant to be art.
Khadijah: Girl, why don't you just go to the top of the World Trade Center, flash New Jersey, and straight get it out of your system?
Keith: I'm not the one. I'm going out with Regine.
Max: The Bohemian? Or could it be that her love of art isn't nearly as deep as her fear of the power of my nakedness?
Regine: Max, what are you doing? Oh, that's right. Today's the day that my baby is painting stick figures.
Regine: (to Keith) You have to paint her, because I don't know if she could handle yet another man telling her to forget it once he's seen her with her clothes off.
Regine: My goodness, Max. Strippers at marine bases have more shame.
Khadijah: (to Synclaire) See? I told you this was gonna be better than watching Toy Story for the third time.
Khadijah convinces Synclaire that Max and Regine's argument is more entertaining than a repeat viewing of the 1995 animated hit, featuring the voices of Tom Hanks and Tim Allen.