[the two "lesbians" are making the guys play with each other, in exchange for the girls playing with each other. Jim and Stifler give each other a split-second long peck on the lips.]

That counted!

That totally counted!

That's the way you kiss your mother.

[angry whisper to Finch]

Don't you say anything!

[later] [the girls request handjobs: Jim and Finch doing Stifler]

It's okay, it's okay. I know what I have to do.

[starts undoing his shorts]

I have to keep this party going. I'm taking one for the team.

[Finch and Jim run away]

Mother of God!

[Stifler runs after them, zipping up his shorts]

Come on you pussies, we had 'em!

I am not touching that!

Put that thing away Stifler!

Why can't you guys be team players, huh? I was the one doing all the sacrificing!