Ay, donde esta mi tequila?
Dos huevos por favor–ay, que lastima.
You may find his accent peculiar. Certain aspects of his culture may seem absurd, perhaps even offensive. But I urge you all to give little Adil the benefit of the doubt. In this way, and only this way, can we hope to better understand our backward neighbors throughout the world.
Disparaging the boot is a bootable offense!
Hey, according to the charter, as chief constable I’m supposed to get a pig every month!
Oh, why did I teach him that word?
Young lady, that’s the most intelligent question I’ve ever been asked. Oh, I could give you an answer. But the only ones who’d understand it would be you and me – and that includes your teacher. Next question!
Increase my killing power, eh?
I am the Angel of Death. The time of purification is at hand.
A fire drill does not demand a fire.
Hey, this emergency exit is painted on!
Stay calm, remember your training… “Dear Homer - IOU one emergency donut - Signed, Homer.” Damn it, he’s always one step ahead!
Where’s my burrito? Where’s my burrito? Where’s my burrito?
It’s like someone ironed out all the wrinkles in my brain.
Well if I could gouge out somebody else’s eyes and shove them into my my sockets I would; but to me, she’s beautiful!
Ach, I’m bad at this.
Oh, good! The curtains are on fire!
You just bought another load of crap from the world’s fattest fertilizer sales man!
Hello there, Miss Doesn’t-Find-Me-Sexually-Attractive-Anymore. I just tripled my productivity!
Our water was on FIRE!