Seth Wright: Mr. President.
Tom Kirkman: You don't need to get up every time I walk into a room. I'm not the Queen.
Seth Wright: No, sir. Virtually no resemblance.
Tom Kirkman: D.C. police called the White House switchboard, wanted to confirm that you worked here. What happened this morning?
Seth Wright: What happened in Michigan. What always happens. When people don't know who their enemy is, they start with people who look like me.
Edward: A chocolate river! Mmm! Mmm! Chocolate! Hahahaha!
Willy: That's actually the sewer line.
Kumar: So she's kinda fucking cute. Let her touch your penis.
Kumar: Dad, come on.
Dr. Patel: Daddy is not coming on anything!
Kumar: Do you know what the hell we had to go through after you took the car?
Neil Patrick Harris: Yeah, it was a dick move on my part. That's why I'm paying for your meal. Prick.
Neil Patrick Harris: [looks down to count money.] Here's 80 for the meal, and 200 for the car
Harold: What did you do to my car?
Neil Patrick Harris: I made some love stains in the back. You'll see.
Kumar: Dude you don't understand, we've been craving these burgers all night.
Neil Patrick Harris: Yeah I've been craving burgers too...fur burgers.
Taj: As Mr. Van Wilder would say, "If you can't join them, beat them."
Kumar: Uh, miss, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you rape my friend on Christmas Eve.
Kumar: I haven't shaved since you left. Pretty romantic, right? Like Ryan Gosling in "The Notebook."
Harold: You still haven't explained the gay thing.
Kumar: You're not gay, motherfucker.
Harold: At all.
Neil Patrick Harris: Yeah that's something us magicians like to call misdirection. Just a little something I picked up from my man, Clay Aiken.
Kumar: What? Clay Aiken's not gay?
Neil Patrick Harris: Are you kidding me? Clay's the biggest coos hound I know. That guy gets mad gash.
Kumar: Hold the fuck on, Reba. Your son can rub his ass on Santa's cock in a minute.
