Fish? (Mr. Pickles)


 * Waitress: Here you go, Mr. Bojenkins.
 * Mr. Bojenkins: Looks good. RealLly good.
 * Waitress: Hey, I'm just about to get off.
 * Mr. Bojenkins: Maybe, I can help you with that.
 * Waitress: (Laughs)
 * Mr. Bojenkins: What do you say we go for a ride?
 * Waitress: (Laughs) You're bad.


 * Mr. Bojenkins: Hmm. Something ain't right here.
 * Waitress: Alright, I'm ready for that ride.


 * Waitress: Hey, Mr. B. My twin sister thought we should make this a threesome.


 * Lisa: I got him, Daddy.
 * Lisa's Dad: Hey, what is that on your face?


 * Lisa: Daddy, we have to go.
 * Lisa's Dad: Wait, give me your gun.
 * Lisa: What, why?


 * Waitress: There you are. My other twins thought we should make this a fivesome.


 * Waitress: What?


 * Mr. Bojenkins: Damn! They got away!
 * Blade: Oh, yes!
 * Sheriff's Mom: Oh, my!
 * Mr. Bojenkins: Huh?
 * Girls: (Moaning)
 * Blade: I am enjoying this sex very much.
 * 'Girl: Oh, Blade!
 * Blade: Fish? Oh. Yes.
 * Woman: O, choke me with that fish!
 * Blade: Don't stop. Right there.