Butt-head: Oh no.
Beavis: Oh God. Here we go again with another crappy suck video.
Butt-head: Here we go again.
Beavis: This sucks!
Butt-head: [Imitating lead singer] UHUHUHUHUHUHUH!

Butt-head: Oh!
Beavis: Yeah, master painting is cool.

Butt-head: Oh, I know what this is! This is one of those things where a bunch of rich people get together and ask for money.
Beavis: Yeah, yeah, it's one of those things.
The Bangles, Manic Monday

Butt-head: Okay, I have one. Knock knock!
Beavis: Who's there?
Butt-head: Uh...eura.
Beavis: Eura who?
Butt-head: You're ain...urine.
Letters to Cleo, Here and Now [the lead singer's head is the focus of one shot]

Butt-head: Our school's making us sell candy.
Beavis:Yeah, we're losers!
Mr. Anderson: What in the hell kind of sales approach is that?! You boys couldn't sell a dollar for 50 cents.

Butt-head: Ow! Cut it out! Don't make me kick your ass!
Beavis: Don't make me kick you in the nads!

Butt-head: Pole-vaulters. Baton Passers. Javelin throwers. [a javelin hits Beavis's hand. Beavis screams] Whoa. [Butt-head removes the javelin from Beavis] You dumbass. I'd warn you. [Buzz-Cut blows his whistle]
Buzzcut: All right, men! Hit the showers! Now!
[Beavis and Butt-Head laugh] [in the showers]

Butt-Head: Prison rules.

Butt-head: Remember back when they used to play videos by these guys all the time?
Beavis: Yeah, that really sucked.
Butt-head: Yeah. It's a good thing they're gone.
Beavis: Yeah, really.

Butt-head: Remember that time in kindergarden, when we were playing store and you called the teacher a whore? And then you tried to give her some of that play money?
Beavis: Heh, yeah. I think that was the first time I ever got some.
Butt-head: You didn't get any, dumbass. She just spanked you and told you to shut up.
Reverend Horton Heat, Psychobilly Freakout

Butt-head: Remember that time your mom had that Halloween party?
Beavis: Oh yeah. Don't talk about that Butt-head.
Butt-head: Then we went in your mom's room, and that dude dressed up like Colonel Sanders was in there. He didn't have any pants on.
Beavis: Shut up, Butt-head.
Butt-head: His "drumstick".
Beavis: Shut up, Butt-head! [starts laughing] Oh yeah yeah. Oh yeah! His drumstick.

Butt-head: Remember when they set that grief counselor to talk to us right after, uh... whatever his name was died?
Beavis: Oh yeah, yeah. He was cool. He let us call him Rick.
Butt-head: Yeah, he like turned his chair backwards and rolled up his sleeves.
Beavis: You know, he invited me over to his apartment for spaghetti too.
Butt-head: Uh, that's kinda weird. You didn't go, did you?
Beavis: Um, I don't really remember. Last thing I remember, I got into his van, and um, he gave me some lemonade, and then the next thing I remember, I woke up under a bridge.
Butt-head: Uh... are you just making this up? You never told me about this.
Beavis: See, that's exactly what Rick said would happen if I ever told anybody. He would say I made it up, see?
Butt-head: Uh...
Beavis: He's a smart guy, that Rick.
Butt-head: Uh... okay, Beavis.
Beavis: You know, I think he can see into the future too because he also told me that my butt might hurt for a couple of days. And it did. You see that? Amazing.
Deconstruction, L.A. Song

Butt-head: Right now, I'm being sexually harassed by Kimberly.
Kimberly: WHAT!?!
Beavis: Yeah, me too, she's giving me a stiffy.
Butt-head: Yeah, and it makes it like uncomfortable to work and stuff....usually harasses me at least once a day.
Beavis: Four or five times for me, sir.

Butt-head: Rock!
Beavis: Yeah, yeah!
Butt-head: Yes!
Beavis: [sings along] You hobo fumpin' humpin', [forgets the words] ah, ah...bitch!
Butt-head: This kinda like, ah, rocks.
Beavis: Yeah, it's not bad.

Butt-head: Screaming rules!