Serena Stalin: Well, fruity ass, the sooner you get those bun-huggers in the car, the sooner I can fuck you like I hate you.
Bobbie Jo: [The drunken Bobbie Jo is invited into the basement] I saw this on Springer the other day!
Serena Stalin: This is not about killing people anymore, Butch - this is about us!
Butch Harlow: I liked you a lot more when you were talking about your first orgasm.
Lori: [about a Ouija board] You gotta ask it a question!
Boog: Will I... ever have a girlfriend?
Lori: Boog, you gotta ask it a serious question! Like - Ouija board, Ouija board, will The Smiths ever get back together?
Butch Harlow: [has a shotgun to Rupert's head] You probably don't want to go overboard on that nodding shit, Rupe old buddy, because I've got a pretty tight squeeze on this trigger and you might end up giving yourself a 12 gauge root canal.
Serena Stalin: You know, for a serial killer you sure are a drag sometimes.
Boog: I just want to get laid, that's all.
Patti: Well, Boog, my funkified little friend, my suggestion is either double up on the whackin' off, or turn faggot super-quick 'cause it ain't happening here.
Boog: I tried being queer for a while, but... guys don't like me, either.
Butch Harlow: When I kill somebody, I treat it like jerking off.
Serena Stalin: Oh, brother.
Butch Harlow: Just hear me out. I treat it that way because it's something I like to do, it's something I need to do every so often to release whatever it is I need to release. But I know when not to do it.
Butch Harlow: I just don't feel it necessary to go out every single fucking night and kill somebody, OK?
Boog: I think it'd be actually pretty cool if I died from AIDS or something.
Patti: Say what?
Boog: Well, that means I would've had sex with someone before I died, you know?
Butch Harlow: Hi, I'm Charlie the Fuckstick and I'm so happy to be here!
Serena Stalin: You're jogging and carrying a joint on you? What the hell kind of health program is that, the Peter Fonda Workout?