Walt: She's got mace.
1st AD: Excuse me, Miss Cher, there's a few fans outside hoping for autographs.
Cher: Allright, but I am not taking any pictures.
Cute Autograph Girl: Oh shit, it's just Cher.
Walt: What's a three-letter word for man's best friend?
April: Tit?
Walt: No, I've tried that already.
Drive-by Heckler: Hey, Freaks.
Bob: Hey, I'm alone.
Convenience Store Patron: Great buddy, you're gonna stay that way, too.
Walt: Hey, Dave. How about another tall one?
Dave: Got it. How about you there, Bob?
Bob: No, no. No, I'm cool. I'm the designated walker tonight.
April: Can I ask you a personal question?
Walt: Nine inches.
Answer: Bread - Baby I'm -a want you.