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Brigham: Give 'em heaven, son.
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Jared: [attempting to explain who he is] Home! Me! Home! Me!
Humu: Hey, Homey!
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Humu: [Humu is a *very* large Tongan exchange student] Dude! Your fiance is *hot*.
Jared: You speak English?
Humu: Better than Tongan, actually.
Jared: But... but...
Humu: Hey, look, man, no offense, but all your mom ever talks about is food storage and Relief Society centerpieces. To avoid an awkward conversation, I just had to eat. Heck, I was a "buck-eighty" when I first got here. Ha ha!
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Jared: But...
Brigham: Butts are for chairs pal.
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Brigham: You're not just an RM, you're an LDS RM, who's trained at the MTC who became a DL a ZL, and an AP, who was promised long ago by his bishop through a PPI after BYC that someday he'd be the EQP. I smell GA!
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Jared: Kirby? What kind of a name is that? It's like "Kirby from Rigby likes to play Frisbee."
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Jared: Kirby? That's not even a name!
[Later]
Ring seller: Kirby? That's not even a name.
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