Stifler's Mom: I got some scotch.
Finch: Single malt?
Stifler's Mom: Aged eighteen years. The way I like it.
Finch: God bless the Internet.
Michelle: What's my name? Say my name, bitch!
Michelle: Are we gonna screw soon? 'Cause I'm getting kind of antsy.
Jim: You realize we're all going to go to college as virgins. They probably have special dorms for people like us.