Quotes from Will Ferrell movies and TV shows - page 3 of 9

Jimmy: I see you got fat!
Chazz: I see you still look like a 15-year-old girl but not hot.

Jimmy: Get out of my face.
Chazz: I'll get inside your face.

Chazz: Personal philosophy? Clothing optional.

Jimmy: I don't share rooms.
Chazz: I don't share SHIT.

Chazz: I'm a sex addict. It's my cross to bear. It's a real disease with doctors and medicine and everything!

Chazz: Mind-bottling, isn't it?
Jimmy: Did you just say mind-bottling?
Chazz: Yeah, mind-bottling. You know, when things are so crazy it gets your thoughts all trapped, like in a bottle?

Jimmy: Who's that?
Chazz: You mean Katie van Waldenberg?
Jimmy: She's Stranz and Fairchild's sister?
Chazz: Fairchild's legs and Stranz's ass.

Chazz: No exaggeration, I could not love a human baby more then I love this brush.

Cam Brady: My heart is pounding. Like a phone book in a dryer.

Armando: Let him die. He's missing a hand anyway.

Miguel Ernesto: You are so much like your mother. She had such a good heart, and I know your heart is in the right place, but like your mother, you are not smart. You have never been smart.
Armando: But I am smart father.
Miguel Ernesto: Yes, of course, Armando. But for my trouble, I need someone who is very smart. If you were truly smart, you would know that you are dumb. Look at your fat head.

Manuel: Perhaps she is lying. Bitches are liars.
Armando: It is true, bitches are liars, but Miss Lopez is no bitch.
Esteban: I like bitches.

Miguel Ernesto: I still say you care more for the baby cow than for a woman.
Armando: Yes, it's true, Manuel, but only because I have not found the right woman.

Brad Whitaker: You built all this today? With my tools?
Dusty Mayron: Oh, no, you can't build a treehouse with a tampon, Brad.

Brad Whitaker: The step-king has had enough of the king's bullshit.
Dusty Mayron: Brad said a bad word.

Brad Whitaker: Eat my dust Dusty.

Buddy: We elves try to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns and syrup.

[Buddy sees the mail room for the first time.]
Buddy: It's just like Santa's workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms, and everyone looks like they want to hurt me.

Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies!

Buddy: [explaining cabs.] Watch out for the yellow ones. They don't stop!