Owen: [All the confessional] I had a wicked time!
[flashbacks]
Owen: It was awesome.
Owen: What was it like being here for eight weeks?
[flashbacks]
Owen: It sucked, that's what.
Chef Hatchet: [irritated] You think it's easy cooking for 22 ungrateful teenagers? Man, I had better jobs in prison.
Owen: The food was awesome!
[flashbacks of Owen eating]
Chef Hatchet: At least someone's appreciative. Slaving all day at a hot stove.
Gwen: The food
[flashbacks of Gwen eating]
Gwen: was disgusting.
Chef Hatchet: Less rat droppings? Does this look like a five star restaurant to you?
Owen: And the people were just awesome!
[more flashbacks]
Gwen: The people here sucked. They were nothing but a bunch of: backstabbing and manipulative, two-timing, fame-hungry, dim-witted, certifiably insane, really weird, psychotic, rednecked, overbearing, goody-goody, know-it-all, party-obsessed jerks!
[sighs]
Gwen: I was lucky enough to meet five people here that are actually sane referring to Bridgette, Cody, DJ, Leshawna, & Owen.
Owen: What will I be remembered for?
[flashbacks of him farting]
Owen: I hope my great personality.
[farts again]
Gwen: What will I be remembered for?
[flashbacks]
Gwen: My great personality. Okay, I'm done here.