Mayor Buckman: Got any last requests, boy?
Malcolm: Yeah. Kiss my black ass.
Anderson Lee: I'll take your glory and honor. And I'll shove it right up your ass.
Kat: Is this some hillbilly reality show type of thing?
Harper Alexander: You know this is Georgia, Miss Pussycat.
Milk Maiden: I actually prefer non-smokers.
Granny Boone: That Chinawoman had a lot of guts.
Rufus: Any more luggage, boy?
Malcolm: Boy? Ain't y'all motherfuckers ever heard of the Civil Rights Movement?
Rufus: Is that like anything like a bowel movement?
Harper Alexander: My daddy proposed to my mama right here on this spot.
Kat: My daddy proposed to my mom in the back of a '69 Chevy.
Rufus: Now. Daddy. Daddy, don't mind Lester none. I got full confidence in him.
Mayor Buckman: Son, one time I had full confidence in a fart. Shit all over myself.
Malcolm: Pleasant Valley. Hmm. More like Death Valley.
Mayor Buckman: This ain't my first barbeque, son! And it surely won't be my last.
Nelson: I love the smell of cow shit in the morning. Take it all in boys. Sniff it. All right, all right, all right.
Cory: I know what I am gonna write my term paper on. "Cow Shit of the South: The Smell of Victory."
Nelson: Dudes! The whole point was getting away from history class.
