Meet the Feebles (1989)
Trevor: All right, you fat slag! Move your ass!
Heidi: How dare you speak to me like that! You horrible, spiteful little rat!
Trevor: I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer!
Heidi: That's it, I've had enough! I am going straight to Bletch!
Robert: I thought you were nice.
Lucille: I am nice.
Robert: No your not, you're loose! And you drink!
Robert: You're nothing but a loose lush Lucille and I never want to see you again!
anouncer: Ladies and gentlemen. Your attention please. Welcome to the newest, the greatest, the most spectacular in entertainment history. Put your hands together for the fabulous Feebles variety hour.
Warthog: This is a lovely golf course, I'm tempted to join the club meself.
Bletch: No chance of that I'm afraid, Cedric.
Warthog: You mean they discriminate against Scots?
Bletch: No, they just don't want assholes in the clubhouse.
Bletch: Have you thought of a name for it, yet?
Trevor: I was thinking along the lines of..."Dennis does Daisy".
Bletch: No. That's lousy.
Trevor: How about..."Anal Antics"?
Bletch: "Anal Antics"... yes. It will appeal to the intellectuals. Do you think it will do as well as our last release and win the Hooker Prize?
Sebastian: Heidi! You've been overeating again haven't you!
Heidi: Uh, no I haven't.
Sebastian: Then explain to me why there is black forest cherry cake i n your cleavage!
Sebastian: [singing] Sodomy, you make think it really odd of me/ But I enjoy the act of sodomy/You may call the wrath of God on me/ But if you tried it then you might agree/ That you enjoy the act of sodomy.
Trevor: I've heard better singing from a mongoose with throat cancer.
Bletch: Do you really think people are interested in nasal sex?
Trevor: Sure, boss. It's the next big fad.
Sebastian: Don't worry if you feel ashamed / It's been around for years / And thousands more that can't be named / Are interested in rears / Don't worry about hell / No harm will come to your soul / We're not a Pentecostal / And everybody's got an asshole / SODOMY!
Trevor: Yeah boss?
Bletch: I want that fudge packer eliminated!
Trevor: Didn't you notice you were sitting on his face!
Madame Udder: Well, it was a bit uncomfortable but I thought it was my hemorrhoids.