It's my job to be repetitive. My job. My job. Repetitiveness is my job!

"Best in the West"… that rhymes!

Ah, but only Batman fits in my Batmobile.

Well, gee Mulder, there's also this report of a shipment of drugs and illegal weapons coming into New Jersey tonight.

And there's that awful script from The Cable Guy

Must. Crush. Capitalism.

Stop! We have reached the limits of what rectal probing can teach us.

A counterfeit-jeans ring operating out of my car hole!

Hello, is this President Clinton? Good. I figured if anyone knew where to get some Tang, it would be you.

I meant a tax on not wearing puffy pants.

That's what we in the business call "a biggie."

Hey, Chief, can I hold my gunn sideways?

This is Tom Hanks, saying: If you see me in person, please, leave me be.

Nice try, narc!

Now I'm going to haul ass to Lollapalooza!

Nice fella, I wonder if he's gay.

Stop tape! Make me center square, Kent. I'm ready. I can handle it.

Give me a Van Heflin.

I could walk up to the president and blow smoke in his stupid face and he'd just have to sit there, grooving on it.

Hehehe, just like Oscar the Grouch.