China, Il2011

Debra Bowl:
Well, if it isn't the guys who had all-night cram sessions with my girls here and didn't even pay them any real attention. [pulls out Dean's keys] You looking for these.

Frank:
F***ing be careful with those, dickface!

Steve:
You know, I'm afraid I don't know your name, but I'm on really good terms with Kim there and some of your other girls, so...

Debra Bowl:
You want my name, or do you just want to make me feel like you care?

Steve:
Well, neither, really. I just thought --

Debra Bowl:
Oh, neither?! So, you just want to know my name so you can charm me, huh? Well, you can take the ugly-man-acting-cute act and shove it up your brother's a**hole. I'm the house mother, man. I'm uncharmable.

Steve:
Oh, man. Okay. Alright. F*** it. How do you want to do this?

Debra Bowl:
My girls get "A's" in any history course forever. Then you can get the keys.

Steve:
[inhales sharply] Alright. Done.

Debra Bowl:
Sign this contract.

[as Steve signed the contract to them, they gave him hand lotion]

Debra Bowl:
Here's an idea -- Why don't you guys go jerk each other off? Ha! Thanks for the "A's" and the keys, suckers!

Frank:
Steve, you just got outsteved!