Stiles: [during party games] OK, Chubby. What you’ve got to do is eat this entire bowl of jello.
[Chubby makes a face as if to say “No problem”]
Rhonda: What do I have to do?
Stiles: Hold the jello!
[he tips the bowl of jello down her top]
Ted: Bill?
Bill: What?
Ted: I’m in love, dude.
Bill: Come on, this is a history report, not a babe report.
Ted: But, Bill, those are historical babes.
The only good varmint poontang is DEAD varmint poontang!!
Please like they wanna go listen to a bunch of Phish records while you read your lame ass poetry.
My poetry’s not lame, it’s really good.
Annie Savoy: What do you believe in, then?
Crash Davis: Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
The Cheif in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest:
silence
Sonny: [after Julien kills a bunch of pigeons with a sling shot] Let me have that. Go to your room… I guess. Or do whatever you want.
Baby: Come maiden," said the rabbit…sit on my tail and go with me to my rabbit hutch.
Betty Boop: Mr. Acme never misses a night that Jessica performs.
Eddie Valiant: He’s got a thing for rabbits huh?
I will not eat cat poop
Don’t stomp your last season Prada shoes at me, honey.
Kicking Screaming Gucci Little Piggy
" 'scuse me while I whip this out "
Sloppy seconds aint my style Riz!
where da white women at?!
candygram for Mongo!
That’s Hedley!
I don’t have A problem, I have problemS, plural!
I get tired of asking, so be sure this will be the last time… where is the rebel base?
You’re a fiesty one, but you’ll soon learn some respect!