Kayla: I have dust in my crotch, motor oil on my chest. I’m a mess!
Shannon: Kayla’s a real woman.
Kayla: You going somewhere?
Tristan: Nope, just so my stuff is all right here.
Shannon: Gearing up?
Tylas: In case there’s a war.
[Tristan came camping in full camo and utility vest. I refer to him as "Stargate Boy."]
Peter: My girlfriend thinks I’m charming.
Ryan: She hasn’t met Corey
Ben: I’m from out of town, can I be inside you?
Ben: When his wife left, she took the kids. (about our park ranger)
Robin: Kayla, you’re totally laying the mack on Ori. “Rub me off, Ori!”
Kayla: I’M ASKING ORI TO RUB ME OFF!
Kayla: He’s a polyp!
Kayla: Get up out of my grill, BITCH! I don’t even want you in my dreadlocks. *kills mosquito*
Ori: Lungs of SATAN
Kayla: Put your manliness away. (to Tylas)
Ben: I think it should be ‘boyliness’ til 18.
Kayla: He is 18.
Ben: Negate all!
Ryan: If Corey does it, he’s a player. If Josh does it, he’s a pervert.
Shannon: Do you crumple or fold?
Ben: I’m a folder.
Corey: Can we not talk about this?
Robin: Does anyone have a calculator?
Ben: What do you need to calculate?
Robin: Math.
Corey: I Know What You Pearce’d Last Summer
Kayla (to Robin): You should never have a kid like Danny. Abort! Abort!
Ori: *farts*
Ben L: She does that all the time!
Kayla/Shannon/Ben: *laugh like crazy*
Ben L: If I read this and you guys end up laughing and farting, I’m closing the magazine.
Kayla (lying on her stomach): Yeah, and I’m aiming.
Ben L: Meanwhile, Ori just flails.
Ben & Kayla: And farts!
Kayla: Monika said Josh raped her with his eyes.
Ben L: You are now optically pregnant.
Monika: What dirty movie did we watch? …oh wait, that wasn’t you.
Ben L: She rips out the tampon, tea bags it, and makes him drink it.
Kayla: Does he add sugar?
Ben L: That’s not even coin slot, that’s coin purse!
Kayla: I take my pill at 11:11.
Shannon: I make a wish at 11:11.
Kayla: So do I — don’t get pregnant.
Shannon: Benalley’s 21!
Kayla: That’s older than all of us combined!
Ben L: He’s a GEEZER! Shannon, you’re SICK!
Robin: She’s not stupid.
Gordie: Yes she is, she has a beard.
Kayla: Seriously, it’s like marrying a fetus.
Jason: If she’s comfortable enough when she’s sleeping to drool, it makes me happy.
Kayla: You know you need water in that.
Jason: *looks in pot* Why?
Kayla: I love romantic drooling.
Gordie: I found it, I scavengered it!
Kayla: Don’t pluck no dog!
Robin: Dog fur… oh there’s that little mutt back there!
Timmy: Next item, a feather.
Gordie: We can pluck Robin!
Timmy: That’s not a feather!
Jason: IT’S PLUMAGE!
Jason: We screw you, Tim, because we love you.
Stasia: No, that’s Kayla.
Timmy: *as Mishka* Ahh I’m hit! Bloody Germans!
Madelaine: *sings Butterfly*
Timmy: This has nothing to do with insects.
Gordie: *raps Onslaught*
Madelaine: That’s grody.
Madelaine: God, you’re such a woman! You’re worse than a woman, you’re a Mishka!
Robin: Snog, S-G-N-O-G.
Shannon: Robin, are you eating a pack of sugar?
Robin: They didn’t give me a mint.
*guy sneezes*
Shannon: Bless you!
Stasia: I don’t think he heard you.
Shannon: Watch it be a camp full of satanists and they come and kick my ass.
Timmy: You can get 2L of pop for a dollar *interjecting during a conversation about buying alcohol*
Kayla: Prep, freak, goth, gangsta, punk, artist, or hamster — I mean musician.
Stasia: As long as he doesn’t set you on fire!
*dude comes over to our campsite*
Dude: Smoke? Bud? Beer?
Shannon: It’s on the way.
Stasia: WITH OUR BOYFRIENDS!
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