“I have two words for you. (Terri)Oh, yeah? (Josie)Whatever- (Terri)That’s one word. (Josie)–bitch. (Terri)”

“Oooohhh, I’m worried. You gonna kick my butt with your one good leg? (Josie)Good luck finding Drake’s body. At least he won’t have a problem getting hard for you. (Terri)”

“What are you doing here? (Terri)I’ll tell you if you tell me why you’re here. (Nathan)No. Leave. (Terri)No. You leave. (Nathan)What are we? Four? (Terri)”

“It might if you were male, hanging upside down naked and got nervous, then whizzed all over yourself. Gravity is not your friend at that point. (Josie)Eww. Save those tidbits for when you’re in the men’s room…updating your contact information. (Terri)”

“Since we don’t have a body to confirm identity, we believe Nathan Drake is alive and threatening people, which means he faked his own death. (Josie)And maybe fat flying fairies ate the rest of your blouse, which explains why so much of it’s missing. (Terri)”

“If that’s all you came to talk about, you know where the exit is. Or should I reacquaint you with the street, butt first? (Terri)”

“What the hell are you doing here again? (Terri)I have a question. (Nathan)Tell you what. I’ll give you my cell phone number so you can just call me the next time you have one, and save you all the effort of breaking and entering. Free up a lot of your day. (Terri)”