Killface: Where are we, what are we doing?
Dottie: We're going broke, is what we're doing
Killface: Well, that's hard to believe. I know we're all making sacrifices.
Dottie: (on â��¬149 Schnapps) But I paid for this personally.
Killface: No, you didn't.

Killface: Why does it say "Welcome to you're 'Doom!'"? What does that even mean, and why, for God's sakes, is "Doom!" in quotes?
Valerie: I don't know.
Killface: Is this some sort of ironic doom? Is the wink implied?
Valerie: No, I don't know.
Killface: No, it isn't. So please tell me how and why I'm suddenly a laughingstock!
Valerie: Uh...'cause you signed off on the proofs?
[Killface just taps the postcard on his thigh]

Killface: Would've died, too, if those couplings hadn't melted.
Interviewer: 'Cause your plan was to push the Earth into the sun, right?
Killface: Obviously not, because, you know...end result

Killface: You should be out doing this too.
Taqu'il: Two movies: Surviving the Game, Deliverance. Not gonna happen.

Killface:Oh, the smell of those barbecues. It's like, just put my nose in a saddle. “Mmm, whose saddle is this? That's uncle Taint's. How long's he been ridin' Tex? Oh, pert near three days. Well, let's eat... buddy.”

Mitzi: "Big guy" is right. Look at those pecs! [Applause] I wish I had a chest like that. Ba-dum-bum!
X-tacle #1: [watching on the ship with the other X-tacles] I wish I had someone like her growing up.
X-tacle #2: Dude, save it for group.

Mr. Ford: Well... bad is a relative term.
(On the phone at his office)
Mr. Ford: I said, what you think about global warming? Huh? Well, get a job, you damn hippie! Huh? Aww, fuck you.
(Back to documentary interview)
Mr. Ford: Basically, I just make stuff up and fax it over there.
(cut from Mr. Ford's fax machine to Killface's)
Killface: Oh! Ooh! There's a fax coming!
(Back to documentary interview)
Mr. Ford: Some weeks he doin' good, other weeks, he's not doin'... he's not doin' any good.

Nearl: Is this really Babar's house?

Nearl: Summer, 1977. Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" was playing on Everybody's Eight-Track as the nation slept in fear of the Son-of-Sam killer [X-Tacle's Gasp], and mourned the loss of our Favourite Son, legendary rock-and-roll icon Elvis Aaron Pres-
[An X-Tacle's Head Explodes]:
X-Tacle #1: Why are our heads still blowing up?
X-Tacle #2: Sorry. Sat on the remote.
X-Tacle #3: We should put that in a cabinet...
X-Tacle #2: Yeah.
Nearl: [continuing his story] And...
X-Tacle #3:That your fat ass can't fit in.
Nearl: Everybody! Just...Okay? And, Like Elvis, Xander Crews had...an identical twin! [X-Tacles Gasp]
X-Tacle #3: A twin?
Nearl: Twin Heirs, to the vast Crews Fortune, left behind by my murdered Parents. (shows them an identical photo to Xander's)
X-Tacle #1: Oh my God.
X-Tacle #2: [Referring to his Popcorn] Yeah, it's Cheddar.

Nearl: What's your names, guys?

Phil: Sir, don't you think it's kind of weird how the prize money for this thing is exactly the amount we need to finish the Annihilatrix?
Killface: No, I think it's weird that you question me every...time there's a...thing.

Phil: Well, I'd better deposit this check. Thanks for the drink, enjoy the pickles, and if you find my Zune, just give me a c-
[Phil's head is blasted off]
Killface: Bugger me. (calls out) Hey Simon! Want to see something neat? Phil's head just exploded, like a ham!

Phillip: My loofah, where's my loofah?!
Killface: Shut up, Phil.

Randy: Introducing the Scion tC! The bold, sleek styling is all like ka-kow, but the 2.4-liter dual overhead cam engine with 160-horsepower is all like KA-KOW!

Ronnie: [holding a blonde wig and superglue] Now, I will glue this to your head, and then I make love to your face.