Andris Biedrins: Yah, ess vunderfawl. I like-a ze vay zat eet lukes. Vhat ees eet?
KL: Ha. Like I'm going to tell you. Idiot.
AB: Comes on, Kayvuhn. Jahst tell me. I promeice zat I vill not tell anyvahn.
KL: I don't trust foreigners.
AB: Kayvuhn, tell me. Tell Andris what zat magic ees. I have nayvor seen anyseeng like zit.
KL: Man, get your hands off me. The Love Doctor only sees female clients.
AB: But Kayvuhn, who can tell Andris vhat eet ees?
KL: Ask that drunk guy by your bench.
Don Nelson: OH SWEET CANDIED YAMS, THAT'S AMAZING! SOMEBODY GRAB ME A BREWSKI AND CHECK THIS THING OUT! BETTER YET, BRING LIKE NINE! I FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN!
AB: Vhat a vaste.