Run Ronnie Run

Ronnie:
Honey, did you see me fartin'?

Tammy:
Well how am I gonna get a babysitter?

Ronnie:
Ain't you got a T.V.?

Tammy:
Yeah.

Ronnie:
Well alright then. See ya tonight.

Ronnie:
Man, I know they talking about beer, but I can think of another pair I'd like to grab. My balls.

Terry Twillstein:
Tally Ho all. Is this perchance Tas-Tee Liquors?

Tonya:
I don't know, f*ggot.

Birthday Woman:
Oh, Ronnie Dobbs. You are brilliant. You HAVE to do me a favor.

Birthday Woman:
Tell me to f*** off.

Birthday Woman's Friend:
Come on, it's her birthday.

Cult Leader Gleh'n:
What does Jeff Goldblum want?

Jeff Goldblum:
I want my money back. And I want angels to give it to me. And pixies to count it out, and a gnome or a hobbit or an elf to sleep at the foot of my bed, and have - I just want them all over my backyard. But no matter what happens with any of that, I DO want my money back.

Terry Twillstein:
Have you read the letter's I'm getting. "Dear Ronnie, my name is Maurice. I am eight years old. I am your biggest fan. How come you are not so drunk anymore? My daddy says you were never drunk, but just a Hollywood phony. I told him he was wrong and he beat the sh*t out of me. Love, Maurice." Ronnie, I have stacks of these back at my office.