Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Terror

Girl:
Is that a duck?

Black Guy:
I got to drop a serious Lincoln Log. Where's the head, dude?

Rap song:
God is black, drives a big caddilac.

Black Guy:
This is hard for me to say, because I am a shy homefly, but I just wanted to say that before one of these pillar-headed crackers come in here and do a bust-jam on our crazy asses, I love you.

Girl:
He's gonna try to get laid.

Guy#1:
Is that your little girl there?

Lady:
Yeah, stay away from her.

Guy#2:
Don't get too attached to her. In about fifteen minutes, she's gonna stab you to death with a gardening tool.

Lady:
What kind of tool?

Guy#2:
Hand-spade. And then she's gonna eat your leg. Gross!