Applejack: Hold on now. Lemme get this straight. When the Storm King came, you just abandoned your entire city and fled?
Princess Skystar: We didn't flee! We swam! Y'know, in order to flee.
Prisoner: Long Live Stalin!
Soldier: Stalin's Dead! Malenkov's in charge!
Prisoner: Long live Malenk...[shot].
Dina: You know, I got some bomb-ass kush if you wanna take a hit.
Lisa Cooper: Where did you hide it?
Dina: Where the sun don't shine.
Lisa Cooper: You know what, that can cause a lot of infections.
Dina: Girl, you can't get no infection in your booty hole! It's a booty hole.
Mildred Hayes: Hey fuckhead!
Dixon: What?
Desk Sergeant: Don't say what, Dixon, when she comes in calling you a "fuckhead."
Lupe: I can't wait to show you to the rest of the guys! They're gonna fertilize the yard.
Greg Sestero: You are a fucking villain, you fucking Frankenstein-looking motherfucker. (01:16:15)
Sabrina: Ten years later, you are like the O.J. Simpson of Honey Island Swamp. Wouldn't you say?
Andrew: Uh. No, I wouldn't.
Gene: Throw some sauce on that dance burrito.
Brent Ryan: Your motherfucking mother said to open this door! And motherfuckers, you're going to open this motherfucking door.
Barry Seal: The problem isn't the room. It's weight.
Anna Shepherd: You are such a child.
Nick: A sexy child.
Nick: Wait, no.
Anna Shepherd: Goodbye, Nick.
Bif: Last time I checked there wasn't an age limit on getting your leg over.
Beca: Guys, we've never competed against bands that actually have instruments. So what's the plan?
Serenity: Aw, you guys just sing other people's songs, right? Like karaoke? That's so cute.
Calamity: I'm Calamity. This is Serenity, Veracity, and Charity.
Fat Amy: If I joined your group I could be obesity.
Burton Guster: Dude, I gotta say, this restoration is coming along great. If I'm looking on the bright side, it's nice we get a sneak preview.
Shawn Spencer: You're talking about the bright side of dying in Alcatraz.
Mr. John Dickens: The mere sight of cows causes her actual, physical pain.
John Spencer: Is that really you, Ella?
Ella Spencer: Of course it's me! Who are you?
John Spencer: I'm me! John.
Ella Spencer: No, you're not. My John is a young teacher. It's charming. Very handsome. Educated. I want him back. You stole him from me and want you to give him back.
John Spencer: Oh boy, if I could I would. He was stolen from me, and was stolen from you too.
Spider: I want my shit back.
Steve Ford: I want my dog back.
Brainy Smurf: We don't know how long we could be down here, so whatever you do, don't eat all your rations.
Clumsy Smurf: I just ate all my rations!
Hefty Smurf: What... Why would you do that?
Clumsy Smurf: I'm stress eating.
Linda Middleton: Why did I ever let you talk to me into this?
Emily Middleton: I should have just listened to you... I love you.
Linda Middleton: This is great, but we've really got to get out of here, you know.
Emily Middleton: Yeah, we need to get out of here, okay.