I know you are, but what am I?
You’re a sad and pathetic man. You’re a homosexual and you don’t want to be, but there’s nothing you can do to change it.
You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity. Farewell.
At small forward: standing a scintillating three foot two, the Heartthrob of the Hoops: Lo-la Bun-nyyyyy!
Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played a girl bunny?
Can I get a little clarification, here? Is this what the Easter Bunny does now? He just goes house to house, messing up people’s lives?
He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.
Hens work hard the eggs to lay,
then I give them all away.
Crazy Easter Rabbit, hooray!
Mrs. Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!
Jonathan Moxon, you are under arrest for not being naked with some sophomore chick who wants to bathe you with her tongue. Now take off your goddamn clothes and get in the car.
It’s the car, right? Chicks love the car.
“Wait a minute!”
“What?”
“The radio is gone… That means – the car is gone!”
-“BB”-
Dude, where’s my car?
Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not ‘Mr. Lebowski’. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude.
(Together) Excellent! (air guitars)
[*addressing the shocked expressions at the dance after playing a wild heavy metal guitar]
I g-guess you guys aren’t ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.
(two people in a car contemplating a highway patrol roadblock)
“Are you ready, Roy?”
“I was born ready!”
-“BB”-
Hit it!
You wanna hit on me? Come on! I’ll break both your arms…
You love it, don’t you? YOU LOVE TO MAKE ME HIT YOU.