Scarface: [Pointing at people] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out!
Kenny: You guys gotta get me out of here! There's this guy Nasty Nate who wants my cocktail fruit, and everyone here likes fresh fish! Then The Squirrel Master came out of left field and told me I'm his bitch.
Detective: Hey! You paying attention?
Sir-Smoke-Alot: The doctor said I need a backiotomy.
Thurgood Jenkins: I don't do drugs, though. Just weed.
Kenny: In eleven days I'm as good as skewered! Ever take your clothes off and run backwards through a cornfield?
Thurgood Jenkins: I got some bootie! I got some bootie! It was good, too.
Thurgood Jenkins: Abba Zaba, you my only friend.
Thurgood Jenkins: You have smoked yourself retarded.
Thurgood Jenkins: I'm sexy! I'm a scholar! People like me.
Brian: I'm not gonna do what everyone thinks I'm gonna do and... flip OUT man... all I wanna know is... who's coming with me? Who's coming, man? Who's coming with me?
Scarface: Abracadabra, B.
Thurgood Jenkins: You know I got some weed at work today, if y'all wanna try it out.
Scarface: Nah, we don't feel like smokin right now.
Thurgood Jenkins: Me neither. So y'all wanna smoke?
Scarface: I'll get Billy Bong Thornton.
Brian: No man. No Billy Bong Thornton without Kenny. That wouldn't be right. Get Wesley Pipes. Yeah.
Thurgood Jenkins: I've heard people say you don't get high the first time you smoke. Not me. No-o, not us. WE were really, really high. We was to' up.
Samson Simpson: I'm going to kill your little Mexican friend.
Scarface: I'm Cuban, B.
Samson Simpson: Ahhh, yes! Cuban Bee.
The Guy on the Couch: Hey, is it January?
Thurgood Jenkins: No, it's August.
The Guy on the Couch: Really?