- Garterbelt: Angels, another mandate has arrived. Get your lazy asses to the scene immediately! Alright, this is the part where you're supposed to get the fuck up!
- Stocking: No way.
- Panty: Yeah, that's not gonna happen, Garter.
- Garterbelt: Holy shit. What now? Son of a bitch.
- Stocking, Panty: You heard what I said! I'm not going anywhere with that goddamn waste of space whore! Who the fuck are you calling a whore? Hey, fuck off, cuntbag! I'm so fucking over you! Quit copying me!
- Stocking: JESUS! You always have to fuck up everything, don't you? This is my room. Your's looks like a hooter's asshole exploded! Look at your toilet! Look at your bathtub! Look at what you put in your mouth and I'm not just talking about dick! You're nothing but a filthy, ho-bagging thief!
- Panty: Remember that time when I told you to relax? You need some inner fucking peace.
- Stocking: I do not understand how I can ever be related to you.
- Panty: [she holds a bag of Death Babanero spicy chips] Try these. I'll let you steal some of my food if that'll make you feel better. We cool?
- [Stocking puts the bag to the ground, where Chuck gets fire breath from the chips]
- Panty: Look, hooker, I'm trying to be fucking nice here.
- Stocking: You know I don't like spicy food!
- Panty: You do realize that if you only eat sweet shit, you're going to end up a Fatty McFatterson.
- Stocking: Whatever! Here's a newsflash, Flatty McFlatterson, all the weight I gain goes straight to my boobs and I am okay with that!
- Panty: Yeah, and your nipples are the size of dinner plates. Mine are small, fierce, and oh, God, are they sensitive!
- Stocking: You like guys who freak out over your titters. I say titters because your boobs are so small, they actually make me laugh.
- Panty: Ah. It's cool. Your tits keep you from looking like a little girl. I get it. Then, when he gives you candy, you won't feel like you're hooking up with a pedophile.
- Stocking: You mean like that idiotic muscle-head piece of shit you keep on the back burner? Oh, by the way, I diddled him. I diddled him real hard and he said I was the best fuck he had ever had. Way better than you. Not that he should procreate, but I would totally have his abortion.
- Portschach: Portschach's Journal. July 2nd. Early morning, 0600 hours. Fierce storm, freezing temperatures. These are the animals of war. I'm desperate for this bitter engagement to be over so I can head home where I've got wood. Hot and burning on the fire ready to heat me up. My girl waiting for me with pleasure spread across her face.
- Portschach: Portschach's Journal. August 16th. Early morning, 0600 hours. Fair weather, open higher than average waves. Spirit count is high. These are the animals of war. I'm desperate for this bitter engagement to be over so I can head home where I've got wood. Hot and burning on the fire ready to heat me up. And my girl waiting for me with pleasure spread across her face.
- Portschach: These are my men. Without them, we wouldn't have made it this far. Finally, this bush is ours. We've won! We're coming in!