Son, step aside, or I will crack you right in the jaw.

What a relief. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to use the liar-liar-pants-on-fire defense.

There goes that son of a bitchin' saboteur!

There's a time to think, and a time to act. And this, gentlemen, is no time to think.

I think Washington is drowning in a sea of its own bullshit.

Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

Hot sauce... for my burrito! You taste so good to me!

I'm Johnny Wishbone, psychic extraordinaire. And if you need me, just think "Johnny Wishbone" and I come running.

Hey, if I had some place to go I certainly wouldn't be in 'Cleve-Land'.

Have you ever had that feeling that this is the best I'm ever gonna do, this is the best I'm ever gonna feel... and it ain't that great?

It's like, how much more black could this be? and the answer is none. None more black.

Well, it's like, how many babies fit the tire? You know, that old joke.

You should give up smoking. Cigarettes are very bad for your chest.

I got a little paranoid and thought people were out to get me. Now I know, they are.

"It's like riding a psychotic horse toward a burning stable."

Jason, Omni, and Jeff are back with Thunderball!

The boys get left home alone with eggnog and watch the wet bandits.

Ack! Ack! Ack!.... Ack! Ack!

Jason and Omni are back with Goldfinger!