Little Nicky (2000)

John: Hail, Nicky.
Peter: We are forever your slaves.

Nicky: Get in the flask.
Popeye's Cashier: What're you talkin' about, man?
Nicky: I'm talkin' about an 8-piece, let's go.

Valerie: Do it for the butterflies.

Jimmy the Demon: You were gone ten seconds, what happened?
Nicky: I got hit by this big light that was attached to a lot of metal.
Satan: That's a train, son, don't stand in front of them.
Nicky: Well, I'll have to take a mulligan on this one.

Sylvia Lopez: In another startling announcement from City Hall, Mayor Randolph has effective immediately lowered the legal drinking age from twenty-one to ten.

Nicky: I'm from the South. The Deep South.

Nicky: Yo, fossil-head! I got a bone to pick with you.

Christa: God's so smart.
Jenna: Yeah, like Jeopardy smart.

Nicky: You want a pillow fight, do ya? Then let's let the feathers fly.

Nicky: That's not me! That's that cockroach Tony Montana.
Mr. Beefy: He superimposed your head into Scarface.
Todd: Which is probably DePalma's third best film.

Gatekeeper: Are there boobs on my head?
Nicky: Yeah, big ones.

Whitey the Referee: Get that crap outta here.