Jay Phat Buds: Where do you get these wonderful toys? [c.f.
Silent Bob: Adventure, excitement... a Jedi craves not these
things. [c.f. _The Empire Strikes Back (1980)_ (qv)]
Brodie: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for Sega.
Brodie: I would've made a sexy chick.
Brodie: My grandmother always said, "Why buy the cow...when
you get the sex for free."
Brodie: You fuckers think just because a guy reads comics
he can't start some shit!?
Shannon Hamilton: I'm gonna fuck you up beyond repair!
Brodie: He must be halfway to Buy Me Toys by now.
Brodie: Listen, not a year goes by, not a year, that I don't
hear about some escalator accident involving some bastard
kid which could have easily been avoided had some parent--I
don't care which one--but some parent conditioned him to
fear and respect that escalator!
Renee: Brodie, I've always taken you with a grain of salt.
On your birthday, when you told me to do a striptease to
the theme of "Mighty Mouse," I did it. On prom night at
the hotel when you told me to sleep under the bed in case
your mother barged in, I said okay. And even during my grandmother's
funeral when you told my relatives that you could see her
nipples through her burial dress, I let that slide. But
if you think I'm gonna suffer any of your shit with a smile
now that we're broken up, you're in for some serious fucking
Brodie: Do you think Mr. Fantastic can stretch his dinky
also? And do you think The Thing is hard all over? I mean
really all over.
Brodie: You're going to listen to something I said? Haven't
I made it abundantly clear during the tenure of our friendship
that I don't know shit?
Brodie: Tell me, did you ever fart in front of her? T.S.:
No, why do you ask? Brodie: I never farted in front of Renee.
Last week, I let one slip and today she dumps me. T.S.:
Renee's not the shallow type. You're not insinuating...
Brodie: She was going down on me at the time. T.S.: [Retches]
Brodie: What can I say, I was feeling relaxed, when I feel
relaxed I squirt. T.S.: If all she did was dump you, you
got off light.
Brodie: Usual vault rules apply: Touch not, lest ye be touched.
[At a Dating Game-like game show.] Brandi: Second suitor:
if we were making whoopee, what sounds would you make? Brodie:
Wait, what's whoopee? Brandi: You know, being intimate.
Brodie: What? Like fucking?
Jay: Silent Bob stole the schematics from some foolish carpenter
and found a weakness just like the fucking Death Star. You
knock this crossbeam out and, bicky bam, the whole stage
comes crashing down. Brodie: Well we were thinking of something
simple, but hey, if you want to destroy the stage, we're
all for that.
Brodie: One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in
his ass. True story. He bought it at the local mall, so
the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarassing
for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again.
Different cat, same results, complete with a trip to the
emergency room. Then, last week, I saw him in the pet store.
He was buying another cat! I said, "Walt, what the hell
are you doing, you know you're just gonna get this cat stuck
up your ass too, why don't you knock it off?" And he says
to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the
gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy.
Shannon Hamilton: You wanna say something? Brodie Bruce:
Yeah! About a million things, but I can't express myself
monosyllabically enough for you to understand it all.
Jay Phat Buds: You know what you need? What you need is
a fatty boom batty blunt. Then I guarantee you'll see an
ocean, a sailboat and maybe some of them big-tittied mermaids
doin' some of that lesbian shit.
Brodie Bruce: I love the smell of commerce in the morning!
Brandi Svenning: Suitor Number Three, what would our first
date be like? Gil Hicks: Well, uh, first I'd take you shopping
to stores you wanna shop in, and then we'd do a little lunch,
probably at the Cheese Haus, followed by some golfing. And
then at night, we'd take in an opera, probably Die Fledermaus,
and then I'd follow it up with a drive to a secluded beach
where I'd pop on the radio and we could slow-dance till
the sun came up. Brodie Bruce: That was the biggest load
of crap I've ever heard! I mean, look at you! You're the
kind of guy who would beg for sex! And I should know, we
can smell our own.
Gil Hicks: Who the hell did you see me kiss? Brodie Bruce:
Some dude backstage. I don't know who he was, but he seemed
unimpressed. Gil Hicks: I didn't kiss any guy backstage.
I swear! I'm not gay. Brodie Bruce: Hey, suitor-ette, this
guy's a homophobe! You heard how repulsed he sounded! Is
this the kind of guy you wanna spend a vacation with, this
hate-monger? Gil Hicks: I don't hate gay people! Brodie
Bruce: So you love them? Gil Hicks: Yes! I mean, no. Brodie
Bruce: Textbook closet case. Self-loather. Can't be comfortable
with his own sexuality.
T.S. Quint: How easily do you quit? Say you wind up with
one of us? Brodie Bruce: Hopefully not Rush Limbaugh over
here. Gil Hicks: Well, now, I'm not like Rush Limbaugh!
Brodie Bruce: Well, why not? Because he's fat? Now you have
something against fat people, too?
Brodie Bruce: They call her Trish "the dish." Trisha Jones:
Nobody calls me that.