Bletch:
I'm afraid you can't.

Bletch:
No, they just don't want assholes in the clubhouse.

Bletch:
Do you really think people are interested in nasal sex?

Trevor:
Sure, boss. It's the next big fad.

Bletch:
Have you thought of a name for it yet?

Trevor:
I was thinking along the lines of...Dick does Daisy.

Bletch:
No. That's lousy.

Trevor:
How about...Anal Antics?

Bletch:
Anal Antics...yes. It will appeal to the intellectuals. Do you think it will do as well as our last release and win the hooker prize?

Bletch:
Shit! I was just about to pop my cookies!

Heidi:
Eat lead you man-stealing slut!

Bletch:
Trevor...

Trevor:
Yeah boss?

Bletch:
I want that fudge packer eliminated!

Heidi:
Uh, no I haven't.

Trevor:
Didn't you notice you were sitting on his face!

Robert:
I'm Robert.

Trevor:
You may be Robert to your friends but you're fly shit to me! Piss off!

Trevor:
I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer.

Robert:
I thought you were nice.

Robert:
No your not, you're loose! And you drink!

Robert:
You're nothing but a loose lush Lucille and I never want to see you again!