207 - Wild Rebels
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Riffs you quote here will appear randomly in the above.
"We're good on bikes, but cars are another story."
Apparently, they have more wheels on them or something.
"Let Jeter finish his epilogue!"
Well, it's more of a monologue, really.
This movie was like spending the weekend with your dentist.
How can you feel good after that kidney stone of a movie?
It sounds like she shot him with a staple gun.
Do you live alone?... Would you like to?
Wow, check out the Ray Croc death mask, there!
Boy, you taste like Joseph Goebels!
You rang? Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh...
And the Glaucoma Players...
It's even better with the 3D glasses on - I feel like I'm really here!
"We can't go cross country."
And we can't go straight up. Remember when we tried that?
Well, at least her three boyfriends aren't homicidal and looking for something like this.
Take it, chipmunks!
So...whose girl is she today? Looks like Banjo's.
Ebby body up! Ebby body up! Rise and shine! Ebby body up!
Silly rabbi, kicks are for trids.
Leave my chicken out of this!
Man! you messin with Private Stock!
Banjo, you're too high strung.
Uh, Rod, we need a few more people nibbling on me here.
"We thought maybe you'd like to...reconsider."
Uh-uh. No way am I gonna be in a dumb biker film.
"Why did you leave?"
Maybe I can kill him with a cigarette...
Thank ya, I call that the Devil's Tritone, people go crazy for it.
He's pretty eloquent for a piece of lowlife scum.
I don't think the scene's over yet, Rod.
SERVO, SAVE YOURSELF!
Note to myself, never negotiate with bikers hopped up on goofballs.
If you take these bikers internally, do not induce vomiting.
The movie will do that for you.
Linda: What do you want to know?
Rod: Does light stand still on the edge of a black hole?
Wheh-a wheh-a wheh-a wheh-a wheh-a.....whe-ha gulp, wheh-a wheh-a wheh-a....wheh-a wheh-a...etc. (Fats climbing the stairs.)
You ARE the Gestapo!
Banjo, detune your g-string, baby.
This is my rifle; this is my gun. One is for retail; the other's for fun.
"Three on one is not much fun." Says you.
They say the neon lights are brighter on Broadway.
Joel, is this Catalina Caper all over again?
For those of you watching at home: We have no idea what the hell is going on!
Banjo, u're just too high strung. ~Joel
He looks like Frank Sinatra's Junior...
"What's Citrusville famous for, d'ya' suppose?"
"Uh, probably dairy products."
"This is the movies, Crow. Bullets are bullets."
"We've got Moog synthesizers. We could kill you from here."
"He hasn't been the same since The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band broke up."
"Hey, lookit' all those books up there: Leaves of Grass, Trump: The Art of the Deal, Mein Kampf, The Essays of Pat Buchanan..."
"You'll be playing the first round together. Your category is 'World Geography!'"
♫ ♬ "My lunch goes-- BLUAGHH!" ♫ ♬
"If you take these bikers internally, do not induce vomiting."
"Yeah, the movie'll do that for you!"
Well, Rod, thirteen dead cops, six dead innocent bystanders, a couple of dead bikers--good work! Like to have you on my team again sometime.
That's a lot of slang for one sentence.
Would you like a little pants with your belt?
Whoa, those trees are loud!
Ah, it's the squealing swamp. Oh, there's the exploding bush!
Citrusville! City of progress! Where everyone is juiced!
Well, let me just say I wish your business the best and thanks for all the wine and the use of your chick and everything...
"I'm being transferred to Kixville."
"Is this BRUCE WAYNE'S house?"
" It's MARSHA BRADY, all grown up, and back from college.. !! !! "
Ladies and gentlemen for your viewing enjoyment, please try to concentrate on the woman.
I'm just not having a good week.
I got one in my hair!
Police cars courtesy of grandma.
What does she have a babysitting job? Are they gonna knock over a preschool?
Hmm, i wonder what they're making butts out of this year?
By this time the old Duke boys had killed just about every cop in town.
We were in the car the whole time, we weren't doing anything!
Silly Rabbi, Kix are for Trids.
Blue-light special on chromosomes.
Hey, They're going to the Turd Museum!
Yeah, cars are harder to see.
What you call 'Home' Rambo calls 'Hell'.
Those guys are clearly marked as 'poison'. don't eat 'em.
It's like getting hit in the back of the head with a surfboard of flavour!
I really like you, but we could never wash our clothes in the same load.
"450 once, 450 twice..." 453 times a lady?
[Whatever strikes your fancy] Personally I like guys in clown suits!
That's it fatty... seize the day!
[Come out from there, Rod, you don't want to sell out] I made this movie, didn't I?
They're gonna put the squeeze on 'em at Citrusville.
Oh, he's sending it by carrier vole!
Canned music? No way, I'm an artist, I have values!
Ronald Mcdonald shaking his McBooty, wohoo!
Uh oh, here comes the sermon on the Gran Torino.
Oh, poor officer. Can I get you a doughnut?
What is this? The Mc Laughlin group?!
Never negotiate with bikers hopped up on goofballs.
If you're not wearing any underwear, smile. Underwear?!
"Nothing like a moonlit afternoon."
**He's Upstairs** Thanks Fats, you know you're smarter dead.
"I GOT ME A MAN!" I'm happy for you now go shoot cops.
"So I cracked a funny" and you have a funny crack...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, from England... The Fem-Tones.
"Its called Operation Weaselsnitch."
It's called Operation Weaselsnitch.
Lighthouse??!! their in the WOODS !!
Can I get you a doughnut ?
We ALL saw the Zapurda film,... you be Kennedy.
Thang - gue, thhhang - gue vera muchhhh. Now I'm gonna have ah peanut butter & nan-ah sam witch.
Yeah....... they gotta go past the La Bianca place.
Richard Basehart ???
"And I wiiiilll..." I will. "And I wiiiiilll...." I will! I will kill you! I WILL KILL YOU!!
"What are your plans?" Get off this film.
"I trust you man." Sucker!!
That was your mom???
He's all bendy and floppy and stuff
(Rod making out with Linda in front of the police)
Is that the signal?
What - are they speaking in Sanskrit??
Fats, baby - I love ya! You finally figured out positive ion bonding!
'There's something coming up behind us...'
That's the sun you idiot! It happens every day at this time.
Guys, it doesn't get any stupider than this.
You just beat the stuffing out of three preppies and given away the girl. But before the day is through, you'll take enough drugs to kill a horse. Now, it's Miller Time.
Live fast, die young, and leave a fat, bloated, ugly corpse.
Oh, yikes, it looks like Banjo exploded! There's biker shrapnel everywhere.
"My friend over here is Banjo." He came from Alabama on my knee!
thank you brother squirrel for the horn
hey its god cam
what she's gonna hold the place up with a syringe? 'anybody move and I get high.'
silly rabit kicks are for trids
oh, this must be taken on the new crotch cam
Oh, just cause I'm white you think I can play the blues...