Ian: Random road trip to crash a party in some other damn state!
Drew: Yes!
John: Rock!
Micah: It is on, my brothers!
Helen: Umm... Okay...
Ian: Now remember, the objective here is to pick up girls, so we can't go sabotaging ourselves by talking all the time about, say, buttsex.
Unknown (Helen?): Buttsex?
Unknown (John?): Ha ha! Buttsex!
Unknown (Micah?): Buuuuuttseeeexxx...
2 hours later: In the car, unable to see who is directly saying what.
Unknown (Not Ian): The gauge is low, Ian. Pull over here to fill up on gas and buttsex. Unknown (Ian?): It's okay, I have a stash of emergency buttsex.
Unknown: I just saw a sign that says this town is the buttsex capital of the midwest,
12 hours later:
Unknown: Are we in Philly? Let's stop and see the liberty buttsex.
Unknown: I'm very concerned about the global buttsex shortage.
Unknown: We should write a letter to the former secretary general of the U.N., Buttsex Buttsex Ghali.
Helen: Clearly being the only woman on this trip was a mistake.