Johnson J. Johnson:
Will you help us, slugger?

Gen. Ed Sheppard:
You're a fruit, son.

Alan A. Allen:
I am an inventor, Patrick. An inventor of machines.

Patrick Smash:
I cannot control my ass.

Gen. Ed Sheppard:
Who gave you ladies permission to blubber?

Gen. Ed Sheppard:
Now let's blow ass!

Gen. Ed Sheppard:
You've got a heart of gold. You've got the constitution of an ox. And you've got pants... of thunder.

Placido P. Placeedo:
You are singing the high bit... with your ass?

Alan A. Allen:
Thunderpants!

Patrick Smash:
All right, then.

Patrick Smash:
It was the best day of my life... ever.