Davey: Yeah, the band is fighting each other while they're playing, and there's flames, like these kind of, what do they call them...?
Jade: Firecrackers...
Davey: The thing that shoots the lightning...
Jade: Clouds.
Jade: Davey tries to pick up my guitar sometimes, but I have to snatch it out of his hands before he causes any damage. He plays a couple of atonal parts that quickly get left in the f*ckin' garbage can.
Davey: Who are all you people, and what did you do with the empty space that's usually here to see us?
Davey: You put a little black box up his butt?! A box?! Couldn't you have found a carrot or something?
Davey: Yeah, I can't play a thing at all. I cannot play an instrument. I do a lot of 'nah-nah-nah-doo-doo-doo' kinda stuff.
Davey: Can you turn into a kitty cat?
Davey: I didn't want to share my balloons...my mom wanted me to.
Davey: Yes, I'm a lot prettier than you and you're a girl...I noticed. Pfft, do you believe this? This girl is mad at me 'cause I'm prettier than her and she's a girl. Don't worry honey, nobody noticed.
Davey: I like to lick recycling bins, but not boats.
Davey: How many times will Davey put a disc into his CD player before realizing it's a DVD?
Davey: ...which is really cool to me...I think its really neat 'cause I mean when we do our shows there-
(in the background someone yells "YOU CAN SCORE!")
Jade: You can score.
Davey: Yeah, you can score.
Adam: We played a show at Gilman St. in '93 or '94 and some girl hit me right in the stomach with a full can of Pepsi. I watched her wind up from like five feet away and just fire it at me. I couldn't believe it. I almost stopped playing and choked her. If it was a Coke I might have drank it.