Christina Applegate (back to the C list / A list)

Ron Burgundy: Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they named it San Diago, which of course in German means a whale's vagina.

Veronica Corningstone: No, there's no way that's correct.

Ron Burgundy: I'm sorry, I was trying to impress you. I don't know what it means. I'll be honest, I don't think anyone knows what it means anymore. Scholars maintain that the translation was lost hundreds of years ago.

Veronica Corningstone: Doesn't it mean Saint Diego?

Ron Burgundy: No. No.

Veronica Corningstone: No, that's what it means. Really.

Ron Burgundy: Agree to disagree.

Veronica Corningstone: My God, what is that smell? Oh!

Brian Fantana: That's the smell of desire, my lady.

Veronica Corningstone: God no, it smells like, like a used diaper, filled with Indian food! Oh, excuse me.

Brian Fantana: You know, desire smells like that to some people.

Garth Holliday: What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair.

News worker: Smells like Bigfoot's dick!

Veronica: Mr. Burgundy, you have a massive erection.

Ron: Oh yeah, about that, it's probably just the pants, I was meaning to take them back to the, uh, pants store.

Veronica Corningstone: For the entire Channel 4 news team, I'm Veronica Corningstone.

Ron Burgundy: And I'm Ron Burgundy. Go fuck yourself, San Diego.

Announcer: You're watching Channel 4 News, with five time Emmy award winning anchor Ron Burgundy, and Tits McGee.

Veronica: Good evening, San Diego. I'm Veronica Corningstone. Tits McGee is on vacation.

Ron: And I'm Tits... I'm Ron Burgundy.

Veronica Corningstone: Take me to Pleasure Town.

Ron Burgundy: Oh, we're going there.

Veronica Corningstone: Oh Ron, there are literally thousands of other men that I should be with instead, but I am 72 percent sure that I love you.

Ron Burgundy: I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal.

Veronica Corningstone: Really.

Ron Burgundy: People know me.

Veronica Corningstone: Well, I'm very happy for you.

Ron Burgundy: I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.

Veronica Corningstone: I told you that I wanted to be an anchor...

Ron Burgundy: I thought you were kidding. I thought it was a joke. I even wrote it down in my diary - Veronica had a very funny joke today. I laughed about it later that night.

[Fred is moaning, the male cop knocks on the window]

Male Cop: Are you okay?

Grace: Don't worry. This isn't what it looks like.

Fred: Yeah, it isn't.

Grace: I was giving him a faux-job.

Male Cop: A faux-job?

Female Cop: Yeah, that's when a woman goes south on a man but she doesn't use her mouth. So she uses her hands and makes noises.

Fred: Wait, what?