Baby Powder: We gotta get out there and find my bitches.
Baby Wipe: Powder, can't we just call them employees?
Baby Powder: And i'm gonna tell you something, this pimpin' that I got in my blood, it came from a family tree. My granddaddy was a pimp. My great-great-great-granddaddy was a pimp. I'm talking 'bout pimpin' since been pimpin' since been pimpin'.
Field of Dreams Guy: Damn, I'm hungrier than four dudes.
PCC Agent: And I'm hungrier than five.
Field of Dreams Guy: Well who are you, jack, and what you doin' in my house?
PCC Agent: I'm the spokesperson for Pork-Chops-O-Chunky. Whether you're black or a honkey, you'll love Pork-Chops-O-Chunky.
Field of Dreams Guy: Damn, that's Funky.
Bart: Peace is meant to explain a state of tranquility. Ok? So why don't you try finding a way to say goodbye, now that you're among civilized people.
Silas: Well, Mr. Civilized, peace can also be used interjectionally, as a request, greeting or farewell. So, try to find another way to be an asshole, if you don't know your, grammar, that is. Peace.