Mitch: Where are my balls?
(And later) Did everyone see my balls?


Terry brings the nurse back to box office parties







Terry: I'm playing the piano, incase you didn't know...
Mitch: Oh, I can play too.




Laura and Mitch: DARCY CAMPBELL!

Ashley: We're still gonna know it's you, everyone else has hair (Colin: Do they?)
Craig: I like the awkward silence

Craig: Yeah, well, can your phone do this? (Does sexy phone phlip).
Everyone: Whoa.
Craig: I'm here all week, folks.

Craig: If I wasn't born, then it doesn't matter.
Darcy: Well it definitely wasn't in the past 12 years.
Craig (Later): Well at least I can grow hair on my head.
Craig: Darcy has 50 years experience on me.
Mitch: That was like a writing marathon!

The Judges

The Dancers





Mitch: I'm not even playing and I'm winning.






Recipe: Mitch's Drink (aka the Juggler)
- gingerale
- grenadine
- tropicana orange/strawberry/banana juice
- small amount of red gatorade
- vodka
Terry: This is the best one yet!





Mitch shooting absinthe: It's like....'whoa! I work in the Box Office!'


Chloe: This popcorn is stale.
Craig: Your face is stale.
Dave: These skittles are stale.








Chloe: I've got popcorn in my pocket.
Tara: You just spit popcorn all over my leg.

Colin: I thought I was eating a peanut but it was actually a raisin and it REALLY freaked me out.
(In response) Mitch: That was hard to write




And the photographer is drunk.

Mitch: "I love how the mirror here makes you look like a cyclops"

Tara: Chloe, they grow in shit (the mushrooms)

Craig: Sorbet is a poor man's ice cream.
....Sugar has it's place.

Mitch: He's like an angel with wings.. that's smoking.

12:40 Dave arrives/strolls in

Then some image expression
- Terry: (heart) From: Mitch
Mitch: know what I feel like? 800000000000 million dollars.
Picture by Terry (heart)

Darcy: Craig, Craig, let's that call Lynn!

Mitch:Oh dear, I haven't had my picture taken with Darcy....yet.
Ashley: I don't think he's going to join you on the floor.
Mitch: But my head weighs 48 lbs right now
Dave: The average head weighs 7-8 lbs
Ash: He is really smart

Darcy to Chuck: 1 is always equal to 1.

Dave: Yeah, keep throwing garbage at my face.
Craig throws M&Ms with his hands, lands in Dave's mouth.
Dave and Craig: Yes!

Mitch: What's that, foot's ticklish?
Ash: Stop NOW.
Mitch: Did I hear your feet are ticklish?
Ash: Fuck off. (Kicks Mitch's back).

Ash: Smarties don't taste right. They don't. They taste like little pieces of brown crap.

Mitch: Sorry I suck at writing quotes.

Terry: Are you done with these gatorade bottles?
Dave: Wait, wait, those are recyclable.
Mitch:Your face is recyclable.
Craig: Your mom is recyclable. (Everyone: whoa!!!)

Dave: How cold does the water get in Stratford? Gotta drink the litre. 3:26am.

Mitch (while asleep): (meaningless gibberish)
Ashley (also asleep): What? Huh?

Craig (the morning after, about the helicopter game): If you hesitate, you're dead.... It's like working in the Box Office.