Mitch: Note to self: Remember no matter how bad life gets, there is always beer!
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Mitch: Note to self: Remember no matter how bad life gets, there is always beer!
Pops: Back then we didn't have these fancy birth control methods. Like pulling out.
Jimmy: WAKE UP SLUT! Well, well, well, we meet again... NOSE BITER! TIME TO PAY THE FIDDLER, WHORE!
Mitch: Note to self: Making love to blow-up doll is not as good as advertised.
Mitch: Note to self: remember to get ass wart cream for giant wart on my ass.
Mitch: Ha ha! You didn't count on my loyal army of prostitutes, did you?
Jimmy: And there's the Saigon whore that bit my nose off!
Mitch: You know what prisoners do? In prison?
Mitch: Oh, my God! It's a picture of you and my mom! And you're having sex!
Mitch: Well, at least I didn't get my nose bitten off by a Saigon whore!
Opera Critic: They're using skunks to heighten the atmosphere of squalor and despair! Brilliant!
Sam: I'm guessing by the looks of that popcorn machine she threw you out for good.
Sam: How about we kick every one of your asses, and then we go up and kick Cole's ass too?
Mitch: Are those prostitutes? I mean, who are those girls?
Mitch: Looking at this picture still makes me horny. I mean wistful! It makes me wistful!
Mitch (at 16 Years Old): Note to self: remember that Aunt Jenny is your aunt.
Mitch: Note to self: Remember no matter how bad life gets, there is always beer!
Pops: Back then we didn't have these fancy birth control methods. Like pulling out.
Mitch: Note to self: Making love to blow-up doll is not as good as advertised.
Mitch: Note to self: remember to get ass wart cream for giant wart on my ass.
Mitch: Ha ha! You didn't count on my loyal army of prostitutes, did you?
Jimmy: And there's the Saigon whore that bit my nose off!
Mitch: You know what prisoners do? In prison?
Mitch: Oh, my God! It's a picture of you and my mom! And you're having sex!
Mitch: Well, at least I didn't get my nose bitten off by a Saigon whore!
Opera Critic: They're using skunks to heighten the atmosphere of squalor and despair! Brilliant!
Jimmy: WAKE UP SLUT! Well, well, well, we meet again... NOSE BITER! TIME TO PAY THE FIDDLER, WHORE!
Dr. Farthing: I know there's really nobody to blame for this but myself, well, I don't know, maybe the Buffalo Bills, the Boston Red Sox, or Mr. T or, or the Jets... Mitch: Wait a minute, Mr T.? Are you telling me that you bet on the fight in Rocky III, and that you bet against Rocky? Dr. Farthing: Hindsight is twenty-twenty, my friend.
Derek: Hand over the milk money, Weaver. Mitch: I'm afraid I can't do that, Derek. I'm just not sure you'll spend it on milk.
Travis Cole: What are you doing? You're ruining Don Giovanni! Mitch: Don Giovanni? Who's that dude? Travis Cole: The opera! You're ruining the opera! Mitch: Oh, the opera. Yes, yes, we are ruining that.
Sam: Well, Mitch, looks like we got ourselves a fight, huh? Mitch: Great, it's fightin' time! Can I be on their side?
Mitch: Dr. Farthing, what happened to your arm? Dr. Farthing: Well, it was either from sleeping on it the wrong way or bookmakers throwing me out of a speeding car.
Dr. Farthing: For six hundred dollars, I can sell you a perfectly good hospital bed. Sam: Are you crazy? I don't need a bed! Dr. Farthing: Playing hardball, are you? Okay, five fifty.
Screen Voice #1: Look! An alien! Screen Voice #2: Yeah. We'd better have sex with each other. Mitch: Note to self: Sam just looked at the screen. Sam: No, I didn't! I was just making sure that the reel had...! Screen Voice #1: Hey! This alien looks just like a hot guy! Screen Voice #2: You're right. We'd better have sex with him.
Mitch: Hey, Sam, movie line! Sam: Whoo-hoooo! How ya like THAT! Sam: He was supposed to keep driving.
Pops: You didn't tell him, did you? Mitch: Oh, no, no. Pops: Thanks. Mitch: But look, I still want to, and I, I can't promise you that I won't. Pops: I'm just getting my photo album! What are you so jumpy about? Mitch: I don't know. Maybe it's your, your lifelong pattern of random assault.
Mitch: Sam, tonight we make a wad of cash for doing something that comes natural to us, you know? Revenge! I'm telling you, we should open a revenge-for-hire business. Sam: I never heard of a revenge-for-hire business. Mitch: Exactly - we'd be the first! With every genius business idea, there's gotta be a first. Like, like the guy who first thought of delivering pizza to people's houses. Or, uh, the guy who invented crack. Sam: Who's gonna hire us? Mitch: Oh, Sam, I have a feeling that people are gonna pay us a lot of money to do their dirty work.
Sam: You cheated on Mom? Pops: No, she was there too. Who do you think took the picture?
Satan: We eat the pig and then together we burn! Burn! Gary Coleman: Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Satan? Satan: Come with me! You belong with me! Burn! Burn! BURN!
Travis Cole: Mitch, Sam. What a pleasant surprise. Sam: Yeah. Where's our money? Travis Cole: What money? Mitch: You owe us $50,000 for getting the building at 99 Franklin Street condemned. We want it now! Travis Cole: But, Mitch, I don't even own the building at 99 Franklin. Well, I told you I did, but I lied. Good luck trying to prove it. Sam: Son of a bitch! Travis Cole: You see, once you stopped my bulldozer from leveling that old lady's house, I couldn't just let you get away with it. So I figured out a way for you to help me and hurt you at the same time. I guess I showed you guys a thing or two about dirty work. Sam: Yeah, whatever, but we're not leaving here 'til we get our fifty grand.
Kathy: What havoc are you planning to wreak now? Mitch: Kathy! What are you doing here? Kathy: Um, actually I was looking for you. I saw how you and your friend saved that woman's house. Kathy: Guess it turns out you can use your powers for good as well as evil.
Kathy: So... Would you like to come in for some coffee? Mitch: No no. Uh, I can't. I have to lift weights? What?
Sam: I'm guessing by the looks of that popcorn machine she threw you out for good.
Sam: How about we kick every one of your asses, and then we go up and kick Cole's ass too?
Mitch: Looking at this picture still makes me horny. I mean wistful! It makes me wistful!
