Brenner: We got this, if we don't, the world ends.
John Clasky: They should name a gender after you.
John Clasky: Looking at you doesn't do it, staring is the only way that makes sense.
John Clasky: And trying not to blink so you don't miss anything.
John Clasky: And all of that and you're you.
John Clasky: It's just that you are drop dead crazy gorgeous.
John Clasky: So much so, that I'm actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.
Deborah Clasky: How are you nicer than me?
John Clasky: You didn't set the bar that high.
John Clasky: Wait don't go! Would you be willing to hang out with me for a while?
Flor Moreno: You want to hang out with me?
John Clasky: Yes.
Flor Moreno: Then I have to ask you.
John Clasky: What?
Flor Moreno: What does "hang out" mean?
John Clasky: Worrying about your kids is sanity, and being that sane... can drive you nuts.
Donny: Look at you guys. You've got your faces covered in leprechaun shit. We should be getting whacked off, all of us, as a fucking team.
Donny: Mrs. Ravensdale, you wanna whip them knockers out? We'd love to see them.
Mrs. Ravensdale: All right, you know what? You are an imbecilic, immature, asinine, childish, cave man-like, hairy knuckled, single chromosomal, obnoxious, uneducated, ignorant asshole who I would like to fuck hard and long.
Donny: So I'm going to go put a dent in that.
Donny: That's my boy.
Bridesmaid: So you actually knew Todd's father?
Donny: Of course I knew the guy. He was handsome, he had fuckin' great hair, uh, a Jedi with the chicks. Went down on girls for a wicked long time 'cause he was a giver and he wanted to see others be happy.
Helen: Oh, I wish I could have met him.
Bobby Boucher: Now that's what I call high quality H2O.
Mama Boucher: Bobby, deh ever catch dat gorilla that busted outa da zoo and punched you in da eye?
Bobby Boucher: No Mama, the search continues.
Bobby Boucher: My Mama says that alligators are ornery because they got all them teeth and no toothbrush.
Guy Grenouille: Nice going, shithead. You lost us the football game.
Bobby Boucher: Sorry. Will you please still be my friend?
Guy Grenouille: No, get away from me.
Bobby Boucher: Look who's on TV, Mama... it's the devil.
Bobby Boucher: So that's what opening up a can of whoop-ass feels like.
Coach Klein: Son, you just opened up a whole case of whoop-ass.
