miklos: I don't think I have ADD. ... Maybe I do have ADD... Hrm.. Nah, I can't have ADD.. Well, if ADD is...
dave: You've been talking about ADD for over a minute. You DON'T have ADD.

(Filling out the sheet at Moore's when we picked out the tuxedos for Dave's wedding, they asked for the time of the ceremony, dave put down "15h00")
Miklos: what's the H for? what are you? french?
Dave: no... it's military time.
Miklos: no, it's french time. We use colons. French people use H.
(...a while later, while driving, Dave looking it up on his blackberry...)
Dave: grrrrr
Miklos: what?
Dave: shut the f* up. I feel like punching you in the face. ALL MY LIFE... i've used H...

Miklos: I blogged a little girl.
Matt: What does that MEAN!?!

(Coming back from the U.S., the lady in the car in front of us at the border was talking and looked like she was making hand motions as she talked.)
miklos: That lady looks like she's a mute.
dave: How can she be driving?
miklos: She's not deaf! ... ... *pause* ... or BLIND!

dave: shit miklos!
[hot chocolate falls]
miklos: is it all over the car?
dave: no my pants got the majority of it
miklos: there's some tissues in the glove box
dave: what is a tissue gonna do miklos?
dave: now if you have some shout....
dave: I could shout it out.
miklos: jesus... you're a breathing commercial.