Steve: Ro-ads. Ro-ods.
Mike: Quiet back there! I've taken enough guff from you for one day!

Raving psycho! Butchered 400 chickens and screwed a beagle. I'm taking him back to Nevada where he's wanted for banging horses!

Mike

Jake: Uh, Bob, about the money for tonight.
Bob: Oh, yeah... That's $200, and you boys drank $300 worth of beer.

Oh God, I'm a dead man.

Al

Steve: What the heck is that?
Mike: Ah! It's Ozzy Osborne!

Horse shit!

Mike

Boy, I could sure use some cupcakes or peanut butter cups right now.

Mike

Mike: [to Rock the Vote crowd] Yea! Kill whitey!
Rastafarian: No! No! No!

I could go over to your mama's and light a small fire in her panties!

Drake

Hold your tongue, wench.

Drake

All I'm saying is, have it there, have it there, don't shove it down people's throat. I don't run around going, "I'm a gentile, look at my foreskin!" I don't shove it down your throat, because I don't care.

Martin Gibb

You on the motorcycle... You two girls... tell your friends.

Elwood

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