Hanson: Who's ready for a wing?
Dwight: Yours or the turkey's?
Hanson: Well, I know what you'd like. How about a leg?
Cindy: Oh my god, Brenda, we're gonna die!
Brenda: Well, it would have just been you if you had just shut the fuck up.
Shorty: Polly want a cracker?
Polly: Polly wants your mama's sweet ass.
Shorty: What did Polly say to me?
Polly: I said, "Polly wants your mama's sweet ass."
Shorty: You don't be talkin' 'bout my mama, son. You don't know my mama, son.
Polly: Yeah, I know your mama. I fucked her last night.
Shorty: You want beef? I'll fuck you up.
Ghost Voice: Cindy! I want you to know to what happened to me... Look in the music room! Check the music room!
Cindy Campbell: Where are you?
Ghost Voice: Check the fucking music room!
Answer: Leather. Check your local leather clothing shop.
Grumpy Scot