a. Wakey, wakey Linc the Sink.
b. Let me help you.
c. dude, did someone fart?
d. Michael: Man Linc, you've got a big head!
Linc: It's no bigger than yours, Mike.
Michael: Is too!
e. Michael: I painted a picture for you, Lincoln. I call it 'Death, you are my bitch lover'.
f. Linc: Michael... get your hand out of there!
g. Dude? Is that lice?
h. Michael: Don't you ever wash behind your ears? From back here, I swear, I see little potatoes growing.
i. Lincoln: 3...2...1! Ready or not, here I come!
Michael: HeeHee.....he'll never find me here!