Frisky Dingo quotes

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Xander: [last words to Ronnie] Stay gold, Pony Boy.

Xander: [talking head] So, this is probably on the down-low, [picture of Xander standing over a shot panda] but every year I go on these sorta...well, I guess they're like "grey market safaris."
Interviewer: Is that a panda bear?
Xander: Yep, the most dangerous game.
Interviewer: Man! Man is the most dangerous game.
Xander: Well, tell that to a mommy panda protecting her cubs.
Interviewer: That's disgusting!
Xander: You should see when they skin it. [Xander pulls the microphone down to his mouth] No, seriously. You'd puke your guts out

Xander: Hey! Tone, of Voice

Xander: Huh, well, we'll just see what old Wikipedia has to say about this Canada business... Why is, um... nothing's happening here.
Stan: You're not connected to the Internet!
Xander: The what?

Xander: I can't go to a presidential debate dressed like this.
Wendell: Ya, you kinda look like a boob
Xander: You have boobs. Snap.
Ronnie: Baby's lunch bag.
Wendell: Yum yum yum yum yum
Ronnie: Eat that lunch baby

Xander: I do have shortlist of four tentative maybes.
Stan: [grabbing list]] Let's see here...
Xander: Okay, Snatch-mo.
Stan: [reading] Roxanne, the Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shanté, and Salman Rushdie.
Xander: Which...I think it's actually "Salmon."

Xander: I don't care what "Boys from Brazil" thing you got going on in there, but I'm still the boss in here. And we're making Awesome-X dolls, and they're gonna kick so much ass, you'll probably go blind. And if you still have a problem with that, there's the big-ass door.
Stan: You're not going to sell doll one without a villain, you ninny--a Cobra to your G. I. Joe; a Stretch Monster to your Stretch Armstrong; a Decepticon to your Autobot!

Xander: I need somebody who gets me, and also somebody who's a fighter, Stan. Just a tenacious smashin' bastard.
Stan: Yep.
Xander: He may be a little older...
Stan: Mm-hmmm.
Xander: Maybe a little balder...
Stan: Well...
Xander: But he's still the only player in NFL history to get two safeties in a single game.
Stan: [pause] I'm sorry?
Xander: Yes, Stan--two-time Pro Bowler Fred Dryer!
Stan: You mean, TV's Hunter?
Xander: He was Hunter?!

Xander: I should have a tuxedo there. [Cut to Xander in front of mansion, wearing tuxedo t-shirt] ...or this poly-cotton suckfest!

Xander: No wonder he loves cock...ney accents! (hums the opening bars of "Rule, Britannia!")

Xander: Two...
[Val pops up from marsh with rifle and fires three shots, followed by two off-screen splashes]
Val: Three. [Makes duck call]

Xander: You are like a bad penny.

Xander: You don't know how to do anything!
Killface: I know how not to let my son run off in robot pants with a fistful of knifes!
Xander: Yeah, you're a fantastic parent.
[Killface brakes the car to a screeching halt.]
Killface: You take that back.
Xander: [quietly] Sorry.

Xander: You think they're looking for us?
Killface: Both presidential candidates lost in a...duck bog? They must be.
[In Killface's apartment, Dottie and Taqu'il watch a NASCAR race]
Taqu'il: Man, I can't believe this.
Dottie: Well, it's not like we can stay out there all night.
Taqu'il: No, I can't believe I've been missing out on this white-knuckle thrill ride. Lookit, Junior's makin' a move!
Dottie: God love him.
Stan: All right, who's ready for another Tom Collins?
Dottie: See, now he gets me.

Xander: You, Grace, do the roar.
Grace: What?
Xander: Roar like the "Team Jaguar" jaguar. [Grace roars quietly] Damn it, you're an apex predator. [Grace roars louder] Yeah! That's how she sounds when I'm bangin' her.
[Talking head]
Grace: I know, I just...can't stay mad at him. I'm gonna have his babies. [Holds up vial labelled "Xander Crews"]
Camera Man: Is that...?
Grace: Uh-huh.
Camera Man: Shouldn't that be in a freezer?
Grace: Sometimes I like to hold them.