There are four childhood friends that, while they might be seperated by different colleges, have a strong friendship they vow to maintain. H...更多>
Gimpy: So, I hear we're going to have a new "Traditions Week" prank master. What's his name? Optimus Prime? Rita, the R.A.: G-Prime. Gimpy: Ah, yes, G-Prime. He sounds like a real verile, all-man, manly man to me... Rita, the R.A.: He's a stumpy runt! And when I catch him he will be so dead. [calmer] Rita, the R.A.: Just make sure you stay on the straight and narrow. Gimpy: [one of Gimpy's men carrying a goat behind Rita] Okay, I'll just keep doing what I've been doing. Mump: Take it easy sir don't go into a... Gimpy: KAMAKAZE. KAMAKAZE. Jessie: You idiot. Nitz: You spread our forces out so thin that the only person who could POSSIBLY win would be... [They look at Cal, who has become hopelessly tangled in his sleeping bag and has a bra over his head] Nitz: [Gimpy's men crying] Cal: I'm the winner. I'm the Risk champ. Hooray for everything. Duggler: How many times have I told you guys: Stop telling me to go to Hell! Nitz: Mom, I've decided I don't need the card. Rocko: No, dude, you're blowing it. Try something like "Let me keep the card", or "Give money to Rocko". Rocko: Nuhh, oh, hey Nitz! Don't worry, I'm not drunk... I'm just a little drunk... what? Nuhh, hey Nitz! So I went to this party tonight, and they guy at the door said like "you can't come in, you got no pants on your legs!" So I said, "so let me drink your beer!" Buuut, he wanted me to wear pants, and i got too much drink in my drunk, to pants on my put. You know? So I told him I was gonna... tell him something about two things... and how I was gonna put my fist in his ouch-place, so I got my punching face on, which I keep in a jar by the door, who was it for? This guy, punch him in the face good! Yes! So I go to punch him, but I get distracted by this fine-ass hunny hunny, and she gonna give me some of the somethin somethin... yeah yeah! So I drunk on up to her, and I say that it's time her and I hit the boyda-boyda-boyda-boyda-good-good, so then she kicks me in my thing and stuff and I fall over, so I think maybe I need some more whiskey! And it's at the party, so I gotta get pants. So I walk to my frat house, and I say "lemme in!" but that's where the party is, so could I have some pants? I need pants! I'm not drunk, you are! Where are my legs? Ahhhhhh, I'm not Spanish! Rocko: [at sperm bank] While I was doing the form I filled up... let's see 1, 2, 3... 8 cups. Nurse: I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept donations made in the lobby. Rocko: DAMN IT! It's gonna take me another... okay I'm ready.