Dina: You know, I got some bomb-ass kush if you wanna take a hit.
Lisa Cooper: Where did you hide it?
Dina: Where the sun don't shine.
Lisa Cooper: You know what, that can cause a lot of infections.
Dina: Girl, you can't get no infection in your booty hole! It's a booty hole.
Elton John: Now go save the world.
Harry Hart: If I save the world, will you get me two tickets to your next show?
Elton John: If you save the world, I'll get you a backstage pass, baby.
Applejack: Hold on now. Lemme get this straight. When the Storm King came, you just abandoned your entire city and fled?
Princess Skystar: We didn't flee! We swam! Y'know, in order to flee.
Prisoner: Long Live Stalin!
Soldier: Stalin's Dead! Malenkov's in charge!
Prisoner: Long live Malenk...[shot].
Mildred Hayes: Hey fuckhead!
Dixon: What?
Desk Sergeant: Don't say what, Dixon, when she comes in calling you a "fuckhead."
Lupe: I can't wait to show you to the rest of the guys! They're gonna fertilize the yard.
Gene: Throw some sauce on that dance burrito.
Barry Seal: The problem isn't the room. It's weight.
Greg Sestero: You are a fucking villain, you fucking Frankenstein-looking motherfucker. (01:16:15)
Bif: Last time I checked there wasn't an age limit on getting your leg over.
Sabrina: Ten years later, you are like the O.J. Simpson of Honey Island Swamp. Wouldn't you say?
Andrew: Uh. No, I wouldn't.
Brent Ryan: Your motherfucking mother said to open this door! And motherfuckers, you're going to open this motherfucking door.
Anna Shepherd: You are such a child.
Nick: A sexy child.
Nick: Wait, no.
Anna Shepherd: Goodbye, Nick.
Beca: Guys, we've never competed against bands that actually have instruments. So what's the plan?
Serenity: Aw, you guys just sing other people's songs, right? Like karaoke? That's so cute.
Calamity: I'm Calamity. This is Serenity, Veracity, and Charity.
Fat Amy: If I joined your group I could be obesity.
Spider: I want my shit back.
Steve Ford: I want my dog back.
Ella Spencer: It's just something I really need to do with your father.
Tad Jones: Hey, am I speaking the wrong language here?
Mr. John Dickens: The mere sight of cows causes her actual, physical pain.
Ewan O'Hara: How do you guys feel about Oslo?
Shawn Spencer: He definitely shot Kennedy.
Ewan O'Hara: The city.
Shawn Spencer: They named a city after that son of a bitch?
[Helicopter taking off.]
Blake: [Yelling] No! He got to the chopper!