Rod Lane: [after tackling Glen on the lawn] It's Rod Lane, bringing Lantz down, just three yards from the goal line! What a brilliant tackle and the crowd goes wild!
Tina Gray: What the hell are you doing here?
Rod Lane: Came to make up. No big deal. Your mom home?
Tina Gray: Of course.
[looking at the tool Rod used to make the screeching noise]
Tina Gray: Oh, what's that?
Rod Lane: Intense, huh?
[slowly reveals it and imitates a screeching noise]
Rod Lane: So what's going on here? An orgy or somethin'?
Glen Lantz: Maybe your funeral, dickhead.
[Rod pulls out a switchblade and holds it up to Glen's face]
Nancy: [Putting Rod's flashing switchblade back in and giving it to him] It's just a sleepover, Rod. Tina and me. Glen was JUST leaving.
Rod Lane: [to Tina, with a smile] Did you see his face?
Glen Lantz: [Mimicking Rod with a face] Did you see his face?