- [first lines]
- Mr. Wasserman: [blows nose into handkerchief] Okay. There they are, honey. Smile. Look good for the kids. Ah, welcome to Camp Red Duck, uh
- [looks at clipboard]
- Mr. Wasserman: Wendy. Please, take a t-shirt. She's excited.
- Wendy: You mean, you two have never been hosed before?
- Jennie: Well, no.
- Lisa: Me either.
- Jennie: Have you?
- Wendy: Nah.
- Jennie: Well, what are we gonna do about it?
- Wendy: Get laid, and this camp is the perfect place for it.
- Jennie: There aren't any boys. It just doesn't rule.
- Wendy: But there are *men*, and they rule totally. And I'm gonna get one before either one of you two deadbeats do.
- Jennie: Bet you don't.
- Wendy: Bet I do. Between the three of us, whoever gets their cherry popped first gets to make the losers do whatever she wants for a full day. Twenty-four hours.
- [last lines]
- Mr. Wasserman: Ready? Grab your rod and grab your pole take a little trip to the old bung hole. Swing your partner, do-si-do. Drop your pants and away we go. I'm having fun, aren't you, sweetheart?