Napoleon Dynamite: What kind of bike do you have? Pedro: It's a sledgehammer. Napoleon Dynamite: Dang! You got shocks, pegs... lucky! You ever take it off any sweet jumps? Napoleon Dynamite: [Cut to Pedro jumping] You got like three feet of air that time.
Napoleon Dynamite: Grandma just called and said you're supposed to go home. Uncle Rico: She didn't tell me anything. Napoleon Dynamite: Too bad, she said she doesn't want you here when she gets back because you've been ruining everybody's lives and eating all our steak. Uncle Rico: I'm not goin' anywhere, Napoleon. Napoleon Dynamite: Get off my property! Uncle Rico: It's a free country. I can do whatever I want. Napoleon Dynamite: Get off my property or I'll call the cops on you. Uncle Rico: Well then do it! Go on! Napoleon Dynamite: Maybe I will, GOSH!
