"The condor has landed. Over. Mission accomplished. Operation 'Behave like Program Board student again' initiated."
Brian was unclear on many concepts.
Middle CSO: You go over by that stage and watch out for shenanigans. You, go by the back gate and stop any tomfoolery that may occur.
Tragically, Sam's keychain giraffe would be devoured by her tshirt T-rex later that afternoon.
"I'm hunting wabbits."
Mike showing off his ASPB and Canon pride.
"Knobs and buttons, buttons and levers, fa la la la la."
"What do you mean this tattoo isn't temporary?"
Kayliegh struggled with the floor like she struggled with her addiction to bubblegum flavored dental floss.
Guy on right: No no. You're putting the left channel monitor feedback flux capacitator in the slot for the microphone condensation exfoliator!
"Guitars, drums, bass, guitar, drumstick, blah blah blah. For once I'd like to set up a triangle or tambourine."
Every time someone passed Brian, they asked him if his hands were clean and to prove it. This was only hour 1 of the gag, but he was already breaking down.
Romy + jazz hands = fabulous
"They told me not to look under the blue tarp. Why didn't I listen? Why?!"