Cornell: Well, choke my chicken! Your name's Pear, right? You lived next door to Frank, am I right?
Cornell: Small world, ain't it?
Arlo: Too small.
Cornell: Frank says you're a real asshole and if you fuck me, I'll kill you. You understand?
Arlo: I don't want your money, I want those assholes!
People on Back of Truck: Oh, *those* assholes!
Casey: I'm not moving to Idaho. No fucking way.
Arlo: Hey, that's a quarter in the swear jar, young lady.
Casey: [being putting money into the swear jar as she speaks] Okay, there's no goddamn way I'm goddamn moving to Ida-son of a bitch, shit eating-ho.
Cornell: What the fuck are you doing?
Arlo: I want you to take this big red motherfucker and put it back in your garage. You understand, you son of a bitch? And go to the store and get a human-sized mower!
Arlo: Frank, remember two years I loaned you my weed whacker? Well, since we're moving, I've come to ask for it back.
Arlo: It's *our* weed whacker, Frank. The whole family went down to Sears together. So, I've come to ask you to give it back.
Arlo: Frank, I loaned it to you two years ago to cut your weeds. You haven't cut shit with the weed whacker! What did you do with it? Keep the weed whacker, Frank! Be happy with it because you have to friends! Nobody wants to talk to you!
Perry: Frank, that you?
Frank: Edwards, Perry! Well, choke my chicken!
Arlo: Maybe we'll send you a plane ticket and you can visit us at Christmas.
Frank: Good, but I won't.
Reporter: Now that your job's been eliminated, sir, what are your future plans?
Arlo: I just sharpened my pencil!
Realtor: You may want to decorate this house differently.
Arlo: [looking at a nude statue] Oh, yes. We'd get bigger penises.