Mr. Woolensworth: Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: She.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: They.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: We.
Students: Baa.
Daisy Duke: They planted a still on our farm.
Pauline: They planted a still? Why would they have to plant a still?
Daisy Duke: 'Cause they're too damn dumb to find our real still.
Pestilence: Get off me, you damn hallucination.
Reggie: I see buckets of dead relatives! Extra crispy! Extra crispy.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
Fender : Welcome to Robot City. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. And if you can't make it there, welcome to the club.
Badawi: You'll die with me.
Mike Rogo: Not today.
Pucci: Witchcraft!
Pucci's servant: Actually, sir, it's because hot air rises, counteracting the gravitational forces of... Witchcraft.
John Rolfe: She weaves all things together.
Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.
Holly: Hey, there's something down here.
Ben Mitchell: How much do you want for this?
Mick Taylor: I'm not gonna charge ya, you stupid bastard. Did you hear that?"How much"! Ha ha ha.
Tom Baker: What do you do for a living Eliot?
Eliot: Well... I'm in 8th grade.
Melquiades Estrada: Promise me one thing, Pete. If I die over here, carry me back to my family and bury me in my home town. I don't want to be buried on this side among all the fucking billboards.
Joaquin: Woah! How did you learn to fight like that?!
Alejandro: Prison changes a man.
Otis: Sssssmokin.