Kevin: Umm, I guess I would have to say Amy.

Amy: It’s tails. What was it?

Kevin: Can’t say. Rules are rules.

Amy: Wow, I can’t believe you said I was “most likely to choke on a pair of octopus gonads and be a major cunt about it.” That’s so fucked up, Kevin.

Kevin: Wait, I didn’t say that. That wasn’t the category.

Vanessa: You called her a “cunt,” Kevin? Why would you say that?

Kevin: I would never say that. I have three moms. That wasn’t the category.

Amy: What kind of messed up person imagines one of their friends choking on octopus gonads?

Kevin: Can we please just move on to Tyler’s turn?

Amy: Oh, so you can ask him who’s “most likely to kill themselves by jerking off with a telephone pole in front of an orphanage”?

Vanessa: An orphanage, Kevin? Really?

Amy: Jesus, Kevin. You have a sick, sick mind.

Vanessa: I don’t think I can ever look you in the eyes again.

Kevin: The category was “who do you want to be better friends with.”