Danny:
Shane please, turn your robot off. I feel like I'm in "Lost in Space"

Danny:
Shane, would you get this horny can o' tuna away from me please.

Shane:
What can I say Dan? Madonna wants you. I'm not doing, Dan, I swear. I don't know why she reacts to you that way.

Danny:
Well, you must not be treating her right. Why don't you pick up a can of WD-40 and go to town.

Danny:
All right, now, what does R2D2 think?

Danny:
Nice security, pal.

Shane:
I'm late, sorry. We're still pickin' up pieces of the Senator. Uh, none o' the guys have ever seen anything like this before. I mean we're talkin pieces this small. I mean we're talkin' about his you know what.

Frank:
What are you? A Boy Scout?

Danny:
Yeah, about to earn another merit badge.

Frank:
Mr. O' Neal, what do ya have for me?

Danny:
For you? I don't have shit. Now get away from me. I don't want any terrorist mistaking us for friends.

Frank:
Look, I know you guys like conspiracy theories, but it is possible he acted alone.

Danny:
Unlikely. Especially if he's not talking. That means he's scared.

Frank:
So what are you thinking?

Danny:
I'm thinking I gotta take a piss. You wanna help me?

Danny:
No? That's good.