Randall: Same old story. Girl falls for boy. Boy falls for girl. Girl falls into hypersleep.

Randall's mom: Oh my lord. I hope I packed him enough underwear.

George: Sweet, pickle, pineapples.

George: Sweet, Alaskan, spagus.

Randall: I feel like a paliontoligist who hunts for dinosaur bones and fianlly gets to meet one.

Randall: It wasn't me.