| Quote | Movie | Year |
| Good night, Frau Blücher. [horse whines] | |
| Sheriff murdered, crops burned, stores looted, people stampeded, and cattle raped. | |
| This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. | |
| Oh, it's a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels and it looks like a big Tylenol. | |
| If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer | |
| You're trailing off and did I catch a niner in there? Were you calling from a walkie-talkie? | |
| Lunch has been cancelled due to lack of hustle. Deal with it. | |
| Bumblebee tuna. Bumblebee tuna. | |
| You can trouble me for a warm glass of shut-the-hell-up! Now, you will go to sleep! Or I will PUT you to sleep. | |
| | Quote | Movie | Year |
| Shall we shag now, or shall we shag later? | |
| You don't go cryin' to your daddy after I wipe it up with your face. | |
| What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole... wheel of cheese? | |
| You know how when you grab a woman's breast... it feels like... a bag of sand. | |
| Get that corn outta my face! | |
| Look, there is a woman in a car! Can we follow her and maybe make a sexy time with her? | |
| I will! Enjoy f----ing Jules! | |
| I'll cradle the balls, stroke the shaft, work the pipe, and swallow the gravy. Get it over here, buddy. Let's do this. | |
| You and your mom are hilbillies. This is a house of learned doctors. | |
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