Annakie:
"Would you like a poiso- uhh... a push-pop, little girl?"
Amon:
Ginger, MaryAnn and Gillianna do the ritual dance of the Mitoban Tribe.
Torgone:
Joan of Arc Beans - Burnt to Hell!
TyranosaurisRex:
"Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow, ho ho ho... There, That ought to hold the little bastards."
Torgone:
Umm... Guys??? My finger's caught... Um... Help?!?!?
TyranosaurisRex:
Ladies and gentlemen, we are now over New Jersey. OK Fred, empty out the poop tanks.
Torgone:
Oh no!?!?!?! Not "Contact"!!!
Matteus:
Lean in real close and you can see the little people in the radio that play all the music.
Matteus:
"This man is wearing a push up bra. Now he's appealing."
144b:
Keep looking kids. That gas pipe is 'round here somewhere. Mr. Lowe? Timmy's passed out. Good, it's close to Timmy, guys!
Haight:
The ghost dogs can still be heard sniffing butts to this day...
Haight:
I love coming to Nothing but Motor Oil
144b:
Welcome to, Suyrp R Us!
shanky:
"Who invited Death?"
Haight:
Ey! You tryinna bust my chops or somethin'??
Amon:
"Just lean out a little further. A little bit further..." *SHOVE*
tinaw:
"What We Lack In Product Quality We Make Up For in Patriotism"
gleeb:
Never trust a car that needs orthodontia.