Ogre:
What if uhh... C-A-T, really spelled dog?

Booger:
Excuse me, miss. I just want you to know that I don't intend to sleep with another woman until I'm back here in your arms with my head resting between your creamy thighs.

Snotty:
To truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul.

Lewis Scolnick:
What do you think, Gilbert? That I'm some kind of weenie who can't take care of himself. I'll tell you something, man, I'm not that kind of weenie.

Stewart:
Whoa!

Sunny Carstairs:
Are you okay, sir?

Tiny:
I'm fine. Is my hair okay?

Lamar:
I don't know. I think they're going to sacrifice a virgin.