Dr. Thorpe: No two symbols are as universal and recognizable in our culture as hearts and springs.
Zack: I think I had a nightmare on Valentine's Day about the Predator that was exactly like this.
Dr. Thorpe: Those holes in the shoulders are where the laser cannon thing goes. After she's done with the Glamour Shot she's going to head out to the swamp to blow up the log Arnold is hiding under and then hit the club.
Zack: Next year they should consider not taking the yearbook pictures in a sauna.
Dr. Thorpe: Yeah, and getting a shorter stool.
Zack: I'm not exactly sure what a Caker Girl is but I have a feeling it involves doing shots out of a bellybutton.
Dr. Thorpe: I think it's a religious sect that forbids belts, even in dire situations in which they would stop your pants from looking like 1985 mother-of-three, goin'-shoppin', let's-all-pile-into-the-van pants.
Zack: Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Those jeans that don't have pockets in the back and just seem to be one featureless desert of ass.
Dr. Thorpe: The best kind of pants are those ones with the superbleached knees and crotches. Nothing turns me on like a woman who looks like she pisses herself so habitually that it's permanently ruined her clothes.
Zack: Oh, no, it's even better when there are piles of bleach on the thighs but the crotch itself is completely unbleached so it looks like they're constantly pissing. I like to call them Accident Pants.