Ed: Listen to me, dude, I'm having a really fucked-up, really wet, very bad fucking day.
Marion Harrington: I'm pregnant.
Richard Harrington: I smoke pot?.
Pete: Bingo... Did you say bingo like the game in church basements?
Beaver: Well there's trim there.
Pete: Oh, Beaver.
Scott 'Scotty' Braddock: I'm serious... You want to play cock of the walk, bro?
Deaundre 'Double D' Davis: Why do I think you want to call me something else? You want to call me something else, Scotty? 'Cause I don't think you get it. I can see you thinking it, whether you say it or not.
Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.
Otis: Huntin' humans ain't nothin' but nothin'. They all run like scared little rabbits. Run, rabbit, run. Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run rabbit. Run, rabbit, run! RUN, rabbit, RUN.
Le tueur: You drive a woman crazy. You little slut.
Matt: This thing's gonna kill us, isn't it?
Kyle: Probably.
Matt: All this over a fuckin' tooth.
Lori Campbell: Hey. Gibb, what are you doing? I thought you were gonna quit.
Gibb: I only smoke when I drink now.
Kia Waterson: But you're always drinking.
Gibb: Yeah, well, I'll work on that next.
Rudy: Who's the guy with the Tom Cruise smile and the Rainman brain?
Jack: Damn fool, truck stop closed.