Ricky Butler: Hey, Mrs. Rumsfield, no tan lines. Looks nice.
Mark Rumsfield: That kid next door's a meatball.
Ricky Butler: Green sky at morning, neighbor take warning.
Ray Peterson: Green sky at night?
Ricky Butler: Neighbor take flight?
Mouth: Is this supposed to be water?
Mama Fratelli: It's wet, ain't it? Drink it!
Dean: Les, that license in your wallet, that's not an ordinary piece of paper, that is a driver's license, and its not only a driver's license, it's an automobile license, and it's not only an automobile license, it's a license to live, a license to be free, a license to go wherever, whenever and with whomever you choose.
Dean: Get the juicehead to pull over.
Dean: Les, what's the matter with you, are you 16 or 60? I mean, could you take the car out of neutral? We just got passed by a street sweeper.
Dean: Les, to live in fear is not to live at all.
Dean: If you're lucky she'll bite.
Dean: Archie's come back! Come baaaaaaaaaaack.
Edgar Frog: Death to all vampires?
Alan Frog: Maximum body count.
Edgar Frog: We are awesome monster bashers.
Alan Frog: The meanest.
Edgar Frog: The baddest.
Edgar Frog: It's time for Mr. Frog's Wild Ride.
Edgar Frog: Virgins. Vampire filet mignon.
Teddy: Look. You guys can go around if you want to. I'm crossing here. And while you guys are dragging your candy asses half-way across the state and back, I'll be waiting for you on the other side, relaxing with my thoughts.
Gordie: You use your left hand or your right hand for that?
Teddy: You wish.
Teddy: Oh Billy! I think I just turned my fruit of the looms into a fudge factory!
