Chardee MacDennis 2: Electric Boogaloo

CHARLIE:we're not selling a game for squares, we're selling a game for, like, everyday people like us, man.

FRANK:I mean, we used to play 'Purple Nurple,' 'Sock Full of Quarters,' 'Kick the Jew'...

FRANK:'Franken MacChardeeden.'

MAC:First of all, your name isn't 'Franken.'

CHARLIE:And I will not yield to the gentleman.

DEE:'Cause you have no honor, you goddamn bitch. You have no honor!

FRANK:Then let's call it 'Chardee MacDennis 2: Electric Boogaloo.'

DENNIS:What does that have to do with anything? What made you just think of that? It's not a break-dancing competition. There's no electricity involved.

Fight milk.

CHARLIE:But more better. And different enough legally. I'm a lawyer. Shh! I'm a lawyer in this part.

Dennis:Regular board games should be called... 'I'm bored... games.'

Mac:I don't get that one.

DENNIS:We always win.

DEE:And they always lose.

CHARLIE:What are you guys doing over there? Oh, shit.

W-Why'd you put that in?

Yeah, what was that?

Mac:Factually accurate.

Everyone trying to convince themselves they can play without caring about winning, followed by synchronized exhaling

DENNIS:We'll keep our emotions in check.

MAC:Yeah.

CHARLIE:Sure.

DENNIS:Just be like: (exhales) (all exhaling)

CHARLIE:Exactly. (exhaling continues)

DENNIS:Gentlemen... suck my dick.

MAC:Yeah, we used to do the Maori war dance, but that-that got us a little too riled up.

MAC:Well, 'cause we're not cats. We're not cats. So, then, how could we...

FRANK:It's four Fs. I didn't know it was gonna come off like that.

DEE:Pretty sure you did.

DEE:Bill Cosby.

DENNIS:Yes! All right. Yeah! Point for us.

FRANK:Uh, penis. What? Uh, lip-penis. What? No, look, look. Oh, hard penis. A hard clay penis.

DEE:Dee, I'm gonna put your head in a box if you don't start getting the answer right.

Dennis:This is not a woman's head in a box, you sick freak.

Charlie:This is a woman's head in a freezer. And it's supposed to represent the preservation of love forever and ever.

Mac · Charlie:The bottle reconstruction puzzle where they have to drink the broken bottle and Charlie swallows glass

CHARLIE:It held! I swallowed a little glass, but it held, man!

MAC:we're mainlining wine. It's not beer. We switched Level 2 to wine because you can't mainline beer because it's got bubbles in it and shit. We tried-- it was bad.

DENNIS:(bad Mexican accent): Okay, homie. Uh... Orale, homes. Yeah, I can do that. Yeah. Okay, man. Nachos.

MAC:Oh, real racist with it, huh? Yeah, that is extremely racist-- and by the way, that's more of a Los Angeles sort of Mexican cholo vibe.

CHARLIE:Let's go... let's go see the Dodgers play the Lakers.

DEE:(Philadelphia accent): Hallelujah. Looks like the tide's turned. Yeah, looks like we got an advantage over yous guys, huh, Den?

Physical challenge: 'Hands on a bird body!' with everyone having to keep their hands on Dee

ANDY:Vhy are you zo uncomfortable? Because the closeness of your hand to her breast... which is making you want to have sex with her?

FRANK:I can't do it, 'mang.' I can't do it.

DENNIS:You barely even put your hand on there already.

MAC:Hang in there, man.

FRANK:I know, but... Ah! I can't do it, I can't do it! Oh! Ha! I can't even do it. Ay, ay, ay!

DENNIS:Shits and Ladders. Sort of a play on Chutes and Ladders.

Each member must take a laxative and get on a ladder. The one who can hold it in the longest wins. Also known as Shoots and Splatters. Poops and Bladders!

CHARLIE:That isn't a laxative, is it, Frank?

FRANK:Nope. Welcome to Level 4, (echoing): Horror.

DENNIS:Everything has to be based on an existing board game! That's the whole thing!

FRANK:Oh, but it is, Dennis. Ever hear of a game called... Operation?

CHARLIE:You guys quit! You quit and we won the game! Finally. Finally, I won the game.

ANDY:This is not what I signed up for, you donkey-brained maniac!

ANDY:This game is totally insane!

DENNIS:Don't give up on the game! The game is fine!

ANDY:No, no, no, no. No, this isn't representative of us...

CHARLIE:You guys quit! You quit and we won the game! Finally. Finally, I won the game.

ANDY:This is not what I signed up for, you donkey-brained maniac!

'Mattel' is spelled wrong on his business card. That says 'Matel.'

Frank:Welcome to the home of Wolf Cola...

DENNIS:Oh, okay, Frank, so you clearly just hired this guy so that you could win and put your stamp on the game!

FRANK:No, there's no truth in that at all. No. Tell 'em, Andy.

DENNIS:So, then, if this isn't about selling the game anymore... Well, then it's about winning.

THE WAITRESS:What? Oh, my God, what is that smell? Is that poop? Did you poop in your pants, Charlie?

THE WAITRESS:Charlie Kelly, I have been waiting for this for a long time, you poop-smelling (distorted): trash person. Your face, it looks like a troll! You look like you have troll features!

MAC:No, no, you cried like a baby.

DENNIS:Yeah, pretty much right when the waitress started talking, you cried like a little bitch.

DENNIS:You-you must have been hallucinating from all the blood poisoning.

DENNIS:But now that you're conscious, you know... Dee, are you, uh, all set back there?

DEE:Yep.

DENNIS:Loser.

DEE:Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!