Joe: You really are a fuckin' moron, you know that? I'm gonna call up the big tobacco companies and thank them for burying you.
The Devil: Hmm. You know what they say. In order for one to succeed, another must fail.
Dustin: Lil Bow Wow, you keep barkin', you and I are gonna take a one way walk into the woods.
Alexander Kerner: The future lay in our hands. Uncertain, but promising.
Maya: This is pathetic, Amy. I can't bear to hear any more.
Amy Myer: Can't you just indulge me for thirteen more minutes?
Maya: You scheduled in time for venting?
Twitty: Okay, I'll tell you guys again: I've never met the Stevens family, okay? My name is Lawrence Honeytoast, I'm a marine biologist, and I'm here on top-secret government business.
Zero: No smoking, no drinking? What kind of country is this?
Jerry Peyser: I would contract what they call wet bone.
Jean-Pierre Thibodoux: I'm curious to know more about wet bone.
Pina: Me, I can convert anybody. Give me an hour in the Gay Village and there's not gonna be a Gay Village no more! Hai capito?
Rémy: I wish that one day you will have a son like you.
Lt. Bennie Macko: Here we go... Joe.
Elle: I'm here to speak for those who can't speak for themselves.
Snakehead: Treat him like a prince.
Natalie: I thought shit like that only happened in the movies.
Larry Gigli: Don't tell me what we're supposed to do.
Ricki: How about this? You leave him alone or I'll kill you.
Larry Gigli: You'll kill me? Fuck you, go ahead.
Ricki: I'll kill you.
Larry Gigli: You don't tell me what to do, okay? Don't tell me what we might do, don't tell me what we're supposed to do, don't tell me what we maybe should do, don't ever tell me nothing.
Ricki: I'll tell you this. You leave him alone or I'll kill you.
Joe Oramas: Hey, man, let me ask you a personal question. You've had sex before, right?
Finbar McBride: Yes.
Joe Oramas: With a regular sized chick?
Finbar McBride: With a regular sized chick.