Gertie: (Spits at the statue of Abraham Lincoln) That's for freeing the slaves, you negro-loving Yankee devil!
Gertie:There you are. You send me to get you a churro, and then you disappear. Anyway, here's your filthy wetback donut.
Gertie: Leave her alone whitey!
Gertie: Leave her alone you two-dollar pie Pai Gow whore!
Gertie: Give me back my wig, you scalp-happy red man!
Bullock: Sit down Smith. Our analysists have confirmed that this is none other than the alien that escaped from Area 51, four years ago.
Co-worker: My eyes!
Stan: [accidentally spits coffee on a fellow co-worker] He's alive.
Bullock: Naturally, recapturing this fugitive is our top priority. Then we can track down the bastards that have been harboring it and punish them brutally. [Stan spits coffee again] I mean really brutally, weird stuff, butt stuff. [Stan spits the coffee yet again] Somebody take Smith's coffee.
Stan: I knew you couldn't resist a federally funded Dynasty exhibit.
Stan: No one can ever know Roger was here.
Steve: Don't you have any feelings?
Stan: Son, feelings are what women have. They come from their ovaries.
Steve: You're a monster! I have no father!
CIA Therapist: What seems to be the problem?
Stan: Well, I got into an argument with our dog. He expelled a large amount of xenoplasm, and then he died. Am I a monster for not feeling anything?
Therapist: Well it depends, Stan. How close were you to this dog?
Stan: You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?
Roger: You got TiVo?
Steve: Since Dad's a heartless bastard and all, I'm auditioning new father figures. Should I go with outwardly affectionate Tom Hanks, or consistently underrated Jeff Bridges?
Klaus: Here's your allowance... five bubbles. Oh, what the hell, six bubbles. Don't tell your mother.
Klaus: Now son, here's a fun activity my father taught me.
Steve: But I feel weird washing Mom's underwear.
Klaus: Nonsense! We're bonding! Now bury me in an avalanche of panties. Yah! Yah! Sweaty, sweaty sports bra!