Jimmy Smith Jr: Yo man, lets get the fuck outta here, I need some privacy man.
Cheddar Bob: Can I come?

Manny: What was all that about, Smith?
Jimmy Smith Jr: It wasn't my fault, I... It won't happen again.
Manny: Good. Don't be bringing that shit up here. Now get back to work.

[rapping] This guy raps like his parents jerked him. He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version.

Jimmy Smith Jr

Alex: Are you asking me out on a date?
B. Rabbit: Yes, I am. I'd like to take you somewhere sometime.
Alex: Take me somewhere now.

You know everyone's saying you're a loser.

Janeane

BLAH-BA DE-BLOOM-BLAH BLOOM BLAH BA-DE BLOOM-BLAH! I ain't hear a word you said; HIP-A-DE-HOOPLAAAH!

Jimmy Smith Jr

Bob: What are you doing?
Charlotte: My husband's a photographer, so he's here working. I wasn't doing anything so I came along.
Bob: What do you do?
Charlotte: I'm not sure yet, actually.

Kelly: John, John. You are my favorite photographer.
John: Ohhh...
Kelly: No. You are. I only want you to shoot me. It's true.
[both laugh]
Kelly: Oh my God, I have the worst B.O. right now, I'm sorry.

For relaxing times... make it Suntory time.

Bob

Charlotte: That was the worst lunch.
Bob: So bad. What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?

[after director goes off on long tirade in Japanese]
Ms. Kawasaki: He want you to turn and look in camera. Okay?
Bob: Is that all he said?

Premium Fantasy woman: Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Rip them. [sounds like "lip them"]
Bob: [silent, confused]
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip my stockings. Yes, please, rip them.
Bob: What?
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip them. HEY! Rip my stocking!
Bob: Hey? Lip them? Lip them? What?

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