- 12 Year-Old Roy: [Bleuer shows the guys a nude calendar of Marilyn Monroe] That's a guaranteed, shit-sure boner.
- Ned Bleuer: [trying to convince his buddy Roy that he has no chance for a date with Marilyn Monroe] You won't get in to see her. And if you do happen to get in, she won't go out with you, because you have no brains... and you fart.
- 12 Year-Old Roy: [the other guys can't come up with a decent letter to Marilyn Monroe, so Roy suggest his version] OK, how 'bout this: 'We're your biggest fans. You don't have any bigger fans in the whole world. We love you, and we especially love your big, pointy tits. They're like missiles... '
- 12-Year-Old Scott: No, uh-uh.
- 12-Year-Old Ned: Roy, we can't say that to her.
- 12 Year-Old Roy: [defensive] Ladies love to hear that stuff, 'cause they got 'em, and they don't think about 'em as much as we do. We *have* to let 'em know.