Scene: the grove. Tripp is in the middle of some tent talking on his cell phone
"Dude. Yeah. Totally. Dude. I was so <17>'n wasted last night. I'm still a little drunk now. I hope none of the bible-thumping DIF'ers here can smell what's going on in this suit."
Kids: "Hotty, will you sign my ball"
"Sure thing, sport... YEAH, yeah. I'm still here. Just keeping the anklebiters happy. So, you ever get that *****'s number? Dude, you know girls from (insert seg. academy name here) are trouble."