Frisky, to put it lightly, a bit frisky. So keep your eyes peeled. Do I? Do I have permission to fart, Mr. Peanut? No, you don't. No, you don't. Hold it in. Hold it in. Oh shit. Oh my.

Geez I figured you had a sense of humor

Ohh Sir, no Sir. How tall are you private?

So tell me, Montel, why won't we invite the party? What are we, Al Qaeda? You're not coming to our fucking party either, OK? Fuck you. OK, first of all, it ain't that kind of party. Go fuck a goat....

Take that you ruffian.

Why, you little Hmm. Free wig.

[Kuchi, Mocking] “Bob, stop." [Bob] Good one, Kuchi.

COLIN: Quite a bit. NANDOR: Fucking guy.