Sam: So, were you the bitch or were you the butch?
Sam: Look at you, rockin' the Foreman at 3 in the morning.
Silent Bob: You know, there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude. But they don't all bring you lasagna at work. Most of 'em just cheat on you.
[Silent Bob has just thrown a passenger off a train and turns back to the stunned passengers.]
Silent Bob: No ticket.
Jay: Just fucking say it already!
Silent Bob: THE SIGN! ON THE BACK OF THE CAR! SAID CRITTERS OF HOLLYWOOD! YOU DUMB FUCK!
Jay: Say it, don't spray it.
