“Thank you!” “No no, thank yourself.”
“First class! See, I’m not an alien.”
“TOFURKEY!”
“I just thought a long time about what to say, then said it really fast.”
“He’s cute as a button.”
“Chaos?” <— Tone must be quizzical, as if to say, “Chaos? What’s that?”
“And the name of that movie is The Wild Wild West.”
Salad Zealots.
Wurrk Zone.
Explode!
Pretending to whip off a fake moustache, and spoken in a cheezy, half-french, half-russian accent
“You did not know it was me!”
“I guess we could always just drive him over state lines and leave him in a field.”
Here’s a ball sniffer.
I don’t know where to start, hmm…
“I’m WASTIN’ ‘em!”
“Torquin’ the joop.”
“Ain’t not no billy goat!”
Antler sword
“Mm, Smeat!”
“Bodacious ta-tas!”
“That’s a keeper!”
“There are voices in my head telling me to go f*ck myself…”
and finally,
“Aah, smell that crunch.”
Then why do they call you Buffalo Chip?
Quex.
“Pepper? Pepper was the last thing on my mind!”
“Hmmm. Not bad, though!”
“I’m the first of a distinguished line.”
“Dress Republican, vote Democratic.”
“How about a haircut?”
“Who let them sit next to each other?”
“See this line? You can’t cross this line.”
“Death to all fanatics.”
“Phone numbah?” (A college friend and I still trade this line back and forth, 15+ years after we latched onto it).
“Honda!” (said like a revving motor)
“You’re reaching, Buddy.”
“Siddown in the boat!”
“Nice tits.”
Explanations for any of these available upon request.
“Chicken, chicken, tree pole!”
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, Lobster, the Bible, Genesis.
“DRAAAAAAAAWWWW Attention To Meeee.” (with accompanying arm gestures)
“Dustin Hoffman!”